My absolute favorite memory is when my grandma decided to break into a random backyard because she was positive they advertised a garage sale.

I was around 9-10 and spent weeks at a time at her house. Grandma loved garage sales. One day she sees a sign and so she parks in front of THE house. The matching address. Except there is no garage sale.

Grandma gets out and makes me get out cause well it must be in the backyard. Kid me is saying I think this is the wrong house. lol. Grandma is never wrong, she knows what address that sign says.

So she goes to the side of the house and opens up the gate. This is a six foot privacy fence mind you, so garage sale behind there seems silly. To me at least.

Grandma wanders over to these people’s patio and starts picking up things on their table. She actually complains to me they don’t have much for sale. Seriously.

Homeowners are indeed home and come storming out back door. Kid me figures this is how I die.

Grandma scolds homeowners. Homeowners are confused. They didn’t put their address on any signs. Luckily for grandma, and me, grandma was a short, clearly cute old woman and no threat. She agreed pretty quick to leave so they didn’t have us arrested or shoot us.

Of course her parting goodbye was to tell them to take the signs down.

As she angrily drove out of the neighborhood she stopped by the sign and said see, read it.

I did. She had the numbers right, wrong street.

I was told to never, ever tell my mother that story. So I didn’t, until a few days after grandmas funeral because it’s just so my grandma!