The Table.

Fox News was on. My grandpa was sitting on the couch, my grandma in her chair at the puzzle card table with me on the side, and Bill O'Reilly was on the TV. This is just the perfect family time. I truly just cherish these moments, doing a puzzle in silence listening to Bill go sick-house on somebody who disagrees with his words. My heart warms with each vocal outburst from my grandparents about "liberal creeps" or anything that Obama does. Bliss.
But, this is about a table. Yes, you read correctly. A table for dining to be precise. I had just helped my grandpa bring down an old table from the attic to give to my cousin for her new apartment.
Just for the record, I do like this table.
My grandpa was then cleaning it, dusting it, and sanding the rough spots just as Bill's program started.
"Did we have any tables before this one when we lived in Cedar Falls?" my grandpa, foolishly, asked my grandma.
My grandma, bent on bickering, answered, "Yes. We had that one table you used at the blueprint business. It's downstairs."
"What? No, I gave that table to Marsha when she moved." My grandpa was not going down without a fight. But my grandma was quick with a response.
"No, the one you used for the blueprint business! I do flower arranging on it all the time. I know what table it is!"
"The table you use, is part of the ping pong tables. If you put the two together, it is the ping pong table."
Now, I don't know if my grandma is right, but I know that my grandpa is wrong because those ping pong tables are at my parents' house. However, I did look at the table my grandma was talking about, and it's nothing but a glorified card table (GREAT FOR PUZZLES). So, she is probably wrong. But if they both think the other party is wrong, then the night can continue in perfect false-harmony. My grandma finally closed the argument.
"Well, I use that table everyday, I know what it is."
By this time, the dust had settled and Bill O'Reilly was back.
Fox News was on.