Grandpa always had that mischievous sparkle in his eye—the kind that made you suspect he was up to something you weren’t quite ready to uncover.

“Mind if I try one?” he asked casually.

His son raised an eyebrow. “Dad, I don’t think that’s a good idea. They’re strong… and expensive.”

“How much are they?” Grandpa inquired.

“Ten dollars a pill,” came the warning reply.

“That’s fine,” Grandpa said, unbothered. “I’ll try one. I’ll leave the money under the pillow before we head out in the morning.”