Many years ago when I was young, impressionable, and pretty much innocent, I would sit in the front porch swing with my Grandpa and he would talk and ask questions of me.
Often my Grandpa would ask about if I had a girlfriend or similar questions akin, but lesser invasive, to what the old men sitting on the front porch bench of the general store would shout or ask when I walked in or out of the old store. I ran that embarrassing gauntlet many a day when wanting a moon pie and Nehi Orange drink after lunch.
The one question that remains in my memory was my Grandpa asking if I ever looked through the key hole. It took a few seconds to realize what he was talking about. Yes, if the key wasn’t in a lock you could see into the next room. But why would anyone want to … oh. In another few seconds, I blurted out “Oh no Grandpa, I wouldn’t do that”. My answer was quite forceful seeing how it was the truth and I repeated it several times. But, for probably the last time, I was young and dumber than a flat rock and didn’t fully realize the numerous implications of the question. I well remember his answering laughter.
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