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'That concerns me.'
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My grandparents are awesome.

I'll never know how I got so lucky, but they are true gems and I cherish every moment I have with them. I lost one grandfather a little over a year ago, and while it shook my world, it shook my Grandma Preller even more than it did me. She's been visiting in Florida for awhile with my dad, and I love seeing her whenever I can make a trip down.

I love my "Gramma"--  as she has designated herself with every signed birthday, Christmas and graduation card I have gotten from her-- to pieces. She is a 90-year-old woman who is full of good memories, wonderful jokes and priceless facial expressions.

I was back home this weekend for a friend's wedding when she pulled out another "Gramma-ism" as I have titled her witty comebacks and insanely funny jokes.

We had finished eating Chinese food with my dad--it was the most delicious meal ever since after all, I hadn't eaten in almost 7 hours--and broke open our fortune cookies. I happen to always save my really good fortunes behind my license in my wallet as little peppy reminders whenever I get depressed about having to spend money on something or fork over my license to have my age checked.

"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do."

Ah, what a nice little reminder in a world filled of negatives. It was going behind the license. As I tucked it into my wallet, I figured I would show my grandmother and dad my new Georgia license since it was so different from any other ones I had seen in my short driving life.

"Hmm, that's different!" my grandmother said, flipping it over and looking at it every which way. "Did you have to take a test to get a new license in another state?"

I shook my head and said no. She stared at me in disbelief.

"Really? Because every single time I have moved, I've had to retake a test and get the new license," she explained.

She had moved from Connecticut to New York, New York to Ohio, Ohio to Colorado... and got a license each time. Even when she had moved back to a state she had lived and driven in before, she couldn't believe that she had to do a test yet AGAIN. When she and my grandfather, Arno, had moved to Washington state a few years ago, they had to go get another driver's license.

"I was dreading it, because I thought, 'great, I have to take ANOTHER test,'" she told me. "But, we walked right in and they took our picture and we were done. We didn't even have to take a test! That concerns me," she said, because of how old she was when she walked in to get her new license. "It really concerns me."

She recalled again all the times she had to take a test--in her much younger years--and how it hadn't made sense to her then. But now that she was in her late 80s, she wasn't required to do a driving test or a VISION TEST!

Gramma went on to tell me she thought it was horrible that all these "old people" could be on the road driving at "their age" without a test. I agreed with her and told her to think about where we were [in Florida] where there are lots of "old people" everywhere. Drivers who likely hadn't taken a driver's test in 30 plus years.

It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

By the way, my grandmother doesn't drive much. In fact, she likes to be chauffeured around as much as possible. I guess that's one of the benefits of getting old, that, and you can skip out on the really crucial driver's test.

When I'm 90, I'm going to speed and run all the red lights I can. Then when the officer pulls me over, I'm going to tell him "I haven't had a driver's test since I was 16, and you know what, officer? That really concerns me."

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