My grandfather kind of gets hung up on the weather report. Now, where we are, we don't have our own local station. Our "local" channels come from towns about 3 hours in any given direction. And all of them are somewhat messed up. At least, for our part of the country. Or so PD thinks. It's not like the weather guys get it right all the time every where else anyway.
This morning I went over to help feed, just like every other day. There's a cool north breeze blowing making it a very nice morning. Although you still break a sweat pitching hay and the re-loading the hay truck with bales of hay. But there's still a promise of it being a warm day.
After feeding the horses, I climbed onto the back of the feed truck so we could go feed our weaned calves. On our way, he says to that it looks like it will be another warm day. I agreed. Then this conversation ensued:
PD: Did you see the weather report last night or this morning?
Me: No, I haven't.
PD: Well, you know that the reports we get aren't quite right.
Me: Yeah, I know.
PD: I was asking if you saw it to see if the report you saw was any different than what we saw.
Me: (trying not to laugh) Oh, um, I doubt it would be.
I had to turn my head away from the side mirror so that he didn't see me laughing. I just thought it was hilarious that he actually thought the weather report at my house was any different than the report at their house.
It just tickled my funny bone.