There’s really nothing special about Grandpa’s favorite chair in his house – for all we know they’re all his favorite chairs, because he bought them with “honest pay from a day’s honest work.” No, the strange and mystifying thing is his favorite chair in your house.
If you haven’t had the privilege, just imagine the scenario in “Fraser” playing out in your house, except Grandpa doesn’t live there. When he comes over, he nests like a lumpy, grumpy cat in the same designated location, and it’s usually a recliner of some sort, probably facing the television.Now, if it were his house, the chair of choice would probably be of the well-worn type, likely upholstered in corduroy. Being that it’s your house, though, he has to make due with what’s available. So, what does he pick? It depends on the grandpa.Hip Grandpa
New and fancy doesn’t scare this old-timer. He’s seen it all, and he’s pretty sure everything that’s going on now is just a reboot from times long past. The Internet? “Yeah, we called it a barbershop back before your teeth grew in, pipsqueak.” So, he’s not afraid of your foray into New Age comfort:
"Stand back, whippersnapper. This bronco really kicks."Crotchety Grandpa
This hardboiled egg loves to make everyone miserable while secretly reveling in comfort. He howls in dismay at the cost and excess of all this “newfangled crap” even while he stakes out his favorite spot in the best chair in the house. Moreover, his concern for getting crumbs and cheap beer all over it are minimal:
"This thing is junk. Get me another oat soda."Sleepy Grandpa
He’s snoozy before dinner and out like a light after dinner … and he may even try to squeeze in a few winks while the rolls are making the rounds. Sleepy Grandpa prefers counting sheep in the Land of Nod more than bouncing grandkids on his knee, and he will take his snooze cruise anywhere he pleases, because he can:
"Recliners are for amateurs, sonny."Senile Grandpa
It’s not so much that he’s drifting off; it’s just that he picks his battles. Oh, little Susie has new braces? Whatever
. But, where did the last piece of apple pie go? In fact, where did Grandpa go? “Oh, he’s down on the beach … eating apple pie … with a parrot.”
"This is my pie, Polly."ATGStores.com
loves grandpas of every stripe and think they’ve earned the right to sit wherever they dang well please.