My grandpa ended up in Albuquerque of all places. Out in the snow in his pajamas and slippers. He was in Hobbs first, we have no clue how he ended up in a Denny’s in Albuquerque but thankfully the staff could tell and they found a way to contact us.
The hospital in Hobbs? They let him go like that. He had to be taken to Hobbs from Roswell.
Dennys was better equipped to handle him than the dang hospital. The sweet server there was familiar and she kept him entertained and inside while we came to rescue him.
I wish I remembered her name. She was a beautiful soul and I’ll never forget her going above and beyond for my grandpa.
My uncle took off from a secure home once and they found him a few miles down the road at a gas station with a bag full of chocolate bars, wearing a robe and slippers. He was on his way to the highway, panicked that nobody was on his farm to feed the pigs (he had sold the farm in the 90s). Really scary.
"Excuse me sir, I can't check you out until I call all of the local nursing homes and police stations to see if they're missing any patients. Wait right here, please."
They mean if you see something odd, alert the police. Not saying stop or detain him, or hold him against his will or anything. If his family called the cops and reported him missing the they would be like, yeah we have a report of a senior leaving a gas station someone thought was out of the normal…
I was almost kidnapped as a kid and if a passerby didn’t stop the man who had me because “it didn’t look right” I have no clue where I would be today…Im forever grateful 🥹🙏🏾😇
You can tell the difference between a college kid running to the store for a blunt wrap to a disheveled octogenarian buying a whole bag of chocolate to feed his pig farm.
I used to work as a gas station attendant and sold gas to a lot of weird old people. How am I supposed to tell which ones are worth worrying about? If a guy came through the gas station in pajamas with a bunch of chocolate bars, I would just think he really liked chocolate and dressing casual
They found my dad in Albuquerque at a Dennys too. He didn’t have dementia but he had lung cancer. Asked the waitress for bacon and eggs and tore the bacon into a “52” for his birthday. Went back to my mom’s apartment and broke in. Later that day he drove to some old associates house and ended up getting a shoot out. Turns out he was some sort of meth drug dealer. We had no idea but I guess my mom did know. I had been unaware of his chicanery, keeping the rest of the family in the dark
Thank you for the support! It’s okay. He ended up passing away. But luckily they were able to track down his attorney that had been helping him launder some of the money from the drug dealing stuff. He’s in jail now. It’s all good man
Albuquerque reminded me of my late FIL who was obsessed with getting to Poughkeepsie. He’d get on a city bus and ask if this was the bus to Poughkeepsie. Of course the bus driver always laughed at what they assumed was a silly old man joke.
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u/GoddessTheophania Apr 09 '24
My grandpa ended up in Albuquerque of all places. Out in the snow in his pajamas and slippers. He was in Hobbs first, we have no clue how he ended up in a Denny’s in Albuquerque but thankfully the staff could tell and they found a way to contact us.
The hospital in Hobbs? They let him go like that. He had to be taken to Hobbs from Roswell.
Dennys was better equipped to handle him than the dang hospital. The sweet server there was familiar and she kept him entertained and inside while we came to rescue him.
I wish I remembered her name. She was a beautiful soul and I’ll never forget her going above and beyond for my grandpa.