My grandmother was getting pretty nutty in her later years, and one year for Christmas we all went to see Home Alone 2 in the theater. We brought her with us. There was some scene where he's in the house and the burglars show up so he makes a run for it, and it was a quiet suspenseful scene. She yells out, loud enough for the entire theater to hear: "Oh no, that boy forgot his hat!!!"

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There was another Christmas where we went to the local city park, where they set up lights all over the park. And it's bumper to bumper traffic, slowly driving through the park and looking at the lights. We brought her with us. Cars have that third brake light, high on the rear window. Well, in bumper to bumper traffic, that light is shining right in your face. She was complaining the whole time.

"That light sure is annoying, I wish they'd turn it off! Oh thank god, they finally turned that light off! Oh no they turned that light back on! They should make it illegal to turn that light on! Oh good, they turned that light off again!" It was that for the slow long drive through that park. And we were all in tears, trying to hold back the laughter.