Classic Greg

So the same guy who ordered and ate my lunch at the hospital when I was in with Patrick, who wore sneakers to Christmas Eve mass because he "had a sore toe", and who sat across the aisle from me and the three kids (one on my lap) on the way home from Florida and thought he was helpful (see photo) just booked a family trip for the weekend of Mother's Day. We are going to stay at a beach condo, an item we bid on at a preschool auction two years ago that we never used. When I asked him where we are going, he admitted he does not know where it is. Neither the city nor state. Classic Greg.