Alright, just remembered one that not only explains why my Grandmother got the cut direct, but also why I'm surprised the rest of the family seems to want to keep her given she's like this with all of us.
When I was little, my family would take a month out of the summer and drive up to stay with family, splitting the time between my mom's and dad's relatives with a strong preference for my dad's for reason that will soon become apparent. Well, the summer I turned seven, the idea was that my dad would drop us girls at my mom's parents' place, go on to his family's farm (it was still functional in those days and they needed the help, everyone was either too young or too old), then come back and grab us at the end of the week, bring us up.
We get there and my grandmother has made Plans. The next day we're going to all go shopping and have lunch at a restaurant and then more shopping and then go out to dinner. Great fun, Girls' Day Out while my grandpa's working. All will be wonderful.
Next morning, she wakes my mother up at around 5, tells her to get us girls up and fed and moving. She's just going to go to the stables her horses are boarded at and make sure they're fed and let out and such, then she'll come back and we'll all go have fun. So mom gets us up (6yo and 4yo at the time), gets us fed, and we wait. And wait. And wait.
She was supposed to be back hours ago. There aren't cellphones in the family yet so we can't call her, we don't have a number for the stables, Grandpa's at work and we don't have a number. My mother gets to spend her day stuck in a house with two small children who were expecting to get to go and spend time with their grandma, wondering where her mother is.
Grandma waltzes in at around 4, happy as a clam. Says she met some of her friends while she was at the stables and decided to join them on their trail ride. After all, we could entertain ourselves, right?
At around six my great-aunt and her BIL showed up and took us up to the family farm.
My grandma still doesn't understand why we left early, or why my mom was and is mad.