My grandma has been smoking for as long as I’ve been alive. When she bought her house about 12 years ago, she randomly claimed this one little patch outside as her “designated ash spot.” No ashtray. No bucket. Just the ground. And she’s been loyal to that exact location ever since.
Well… this week it officially reached capacity. I’m talking completely piled up. No more room. The ash mountain has peaked.
Now you’d think the logical next step would be to grab a broom, maybe a shovel, and handle it, right? Absolutely not. Instead, she put the entire house on the market and decided she’s ready for a new place — mainly because she wants a fresh smoking corner to start over with.
I can’t even be mad. The commitment to avoiding cleanup is wild. She’s ridiculous… but honestly? Hilarious.
My grandma has been smoking for as long as I’ve been alive. When she bought her house about 12 years ago, she randomly claimed this one little patch
