I’m at school away from my mailbox at home where the majority of my important mail gets sent to like my taxes and checks for instance.
Grandma: *On the phone* Your refund check came through.
Me: Word? Well open it and tell me how much it is.
Her: I ain’t doing nothing. I love you. Goodnite.
Me: *-___-* I love you too.
Any other time, she can’t wait to open up a piece of my mail even without permission. I don’t get it America.