Grandpa is weird

The Bazaar was a straight,wide road with shops on each sides in continuous chains and branching narrower roads also having shops.

Everything was at the same time conjusted yet pretty spacious. Maybe the stalls infront of the shops were consuming the space. Its not like they were purposefully there,rather they couldn't afford a shop.

I was walking next to grandpa. Grandpa continued forward. Both of us weren't even talking to each other. Partly because we aren't very close. 

"We are almost there",said my grandfather in a nonchalant manner

Aagh its sooo boring. No conversation just walking. Aren't Bazaars supposed to be boring enough by themselves.

"H-hey grandpa,does this friend of yours happens to be from your service days".

"Yes,Yes indeed".

Its strange he talks just fine when i start the conversation or ask him something.

"He lost one of his fingers in war",grandpa said in a gloomy voice.

The conversation converted into silence on both ends. If there is something I like about old people,it is their life experiences. Listening to these peaks my interest. I am fond of the legends like Simo Häyhä. Its just so cool to hear about these tales.

"Ok we are here",said my grandfather letting out a deep breath.

We entered the shop,a tall brown geezer was standing on the counter with his back towards us.

"Welcome,In our shop we have all sorts of antiques",spoke the shop owner.

"Well,do you have a antique named "Alexander",my grandpa muttered in his usual sarcastic tone.

"Yoooou!!"the man shouted as he turned back.

Malice drooping from his face,his eyes stuck at my grandpa. I could bet my life that this man wanted to orphan my mom.

"Get the *beep* out of here you *beeping* *beep*",the man shouted at my grandpa.

"Language alex,I have a kid with me".

The man looked at me,as if he had noticed my presence just now.

"Look,I know you may still be angry with me."

"Just angry? You ---

you blew off my finger,my *beepin* finger".

"For the fiftieth time alex,it was an accident".

I had become stuck in a very old quarrel.Why did i need to be stuck in such a situation-- is what I would have said if I wasn't interested in this story. Not everyone's grandpa has blown away someone's finger,thats bragging material right there.

Slowly,things settled down. Grandpa gave me aome change to go buy a ice cream for myself.

I bought an ice cream,ate it and came straight back.

Grandpa was telling his colleague about me.

"Alex,Ayaam is my grandchild.He is a pretty nice boy and smart as well".

Waiit-- did grandpa just not complain about my hair to his friend saying "kids these days".

I am somewhat accustomed to hearing stuff about my hair. My grades dropped must be because the hair is leaching my blood. I made a mistake must be because I couldn't see because of my hair. I misheard something must be because the hair is covering my ears.

The weird thing is grandpa doesn't means this stuff nor does he believes this. You know why I am so sure because after retirement from service he became a biology teacher,I am pretty sure he knows there are no veins in my hair.

I think its just him wanting me to shorten my hair.

"I need some advice since you also have a grandson",humbly said my grandfather.

I sneakly started hearing the conversation.

"My grandson and I are not that close. I don't know how to start conversations with him".

"Try talking about what he is interested in".

"I don't even know what he is interested in besides soccer and I fall asleep while watching matches so that wont work sherlock".

"What have you tried so far".

"I try joking to him about his hair,thats the only distinguishing feature of him. But instead of starting conversations,I think its making us grow apart even more".

Huh!? So that was just his idea of comedy. Well to be honest,he was always smiling after passing such comments.

"Frank,with your sense of humor,if I were your grandson then I would have divorced you".

Yeah,I always thought he was degrading me. If he loves me then why can't he just express it.

"Alex,I get nervous and don't know what to say. I even tried learning some slang."

"Like what?"

"Nowadays, we call a handsome male or a beautiful lady 'gyatt' ".he said in a serious tone.

I tried to control my laughter since grandpa said it so seriously 

"Huh kids and their weird gibberish".

"Well alex,nice meeting you after so long but I have to meet up with my family".

"Yeah go and don't show me your face"

"Good day to you too".

I stepped back immediately and pretended to just have arrived.

With a smile on his face grandpa said,"Lets go".

Grandpa and I were walking back. The conversation was still in my mind. I couldn't get it out of my head.

So I said,"Gramps, gyatt is not a handsome male or beautiful woman,it means your buttock".

"You were listening",said my grandpa with a surprised confused look on his face.

I replied,"Guess my hair doesn't block my hearing".

We both started laughing as we headed back to our family.