The five grandmothers33

One fellow who was running near me had five grandmothers. At one point he went off the course and kissed an old lady who was giving out water and oranges. He said to her, “I am okay, Grandmother.” The “grandmother” was so happy. Like that, five times during the race he went out and kissed a grandmother. Then the grandmother would be so happy.

RB 690. 24 January 1983