My Grandpa catches a thief and a trap he built, but it scares the thief so bad he is a heart attack.

Here's what happened.

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My Grandpa was an amazing man.

I gladly attribute my writing style to him.

He was simply an incredible storyteller.

I've been imitating his humor since I was old enough to say so. He had some great

revenge stories too, especially from the Army Reserve and when he was a Boy Scout leader

too come to think of it. Grandpa worked for a company that set up displays

in grocery stores. Due to his generous and talkative nature he had a lot of

contracts and connections which meant that he was offered all sorts of food that was

nearing its expiration date.

Even better, once a display was done, it was often to be disposed of,

which meant it was whisked away to the basement.

Grandpa's basement was like a grocery store that did your

laundry while you shopped. It was awesome. He even had a refrigerated section. The

dairy products needed to be eaten right away so they didn't go bad. But the potato chips, cans of soda, fruit drinks, cereal, canned food, and other non-perishable

stuff lined the shelves and filled the fridge. While the grown-ups would grab a few cans of green beans or a bulk bag of frozen pizzas, the grandkids knew where the good stuff was.

An inflatable three foot long Oscar Meyer hot dog in a bun, an inflatable package of sliced cheese, a world globe made

of fake candy, and all the ice shovels we could ever want to name a few.

When he was selling stores on new products, we got the extra samples.

Nintendo cereal, de non-bottled water, in yogurt containers, I don't think those ever made it to market and all sorts of amazing things.

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