Last night around 9 (WAY after grandma's bedtime) I got a phone call from her number. I figured it was my uncle Michael solidifying plans for me picking up my gma, but on the other end I hear an asian woman with a thick chinese accent.
"Wiiichoool. You can't pick me up tomorrow."
"Umm...why not grandma?"
"Because I gamble on Fridays and you pick me up in Quincy means I no gamble. I need to keep my routine, so you no pick me up. I go to Oroville and gamble with Michael."
"So do you want me to pick you up in Oroville? After you're done gambling?"
"Yeaaah. Yeahh...that sound good."
"Okay! What time should I get you then?"
"Ohh, I don't know. I don't know when I run out of money or when I be done. Maybe you not pick me up at all."
"No grandma...you're coming down to Sacramento tomorrow to stay the weekend. What time do you want me to pick you up? 4 or 5?"
"Um...yeah. I get dere around 12 o'clock. I think that will be enough time for me to gamble. Maybe I not go to Sacramento at all."
"Grandma, please put Michael on the phone."
After about 15 minutes we figured everything out and I'm picking her up at 6 because she needs to keep her routine of blowing cash on some machines and getting a McDonalds flurry for lunch.