A little boy and a grandma at a bus stop in the rain.
Grandma: Hello young boy. Are you as cold as i am?
Boy: Do i know you? And no i am not.
Grandma: Yes im your neighborhood grandma.
Boy: No your not. I don't have a neighborhood grandma.
Grandma: Im pretty sure i am.
Boy: Well your not.
Grandma: Well when i get home i will come to your house.
Boy: Um... ok...
Grandma: So what are you doing at this bus stop?
Boy: Waiting for a bus.
Grandma: So am i.
Boy: Thats strange we are both at a bus stop waiting for a bus.
Grandma: It was nice to meet you. I can't wait to see you at our neighborhood.
Boy: Ya... same...
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