I've grown sick and tired of visiting my grandfather in the nursing home because of that roommate of his.
He's about Grandpa's age and all the man talks about is some old western town that's deserted and in the remains under some dirt he saw a briefcase with C. B. Cooper on it and that it had a fortune in it. But he had a heatstroke and was found wandering in the desert.
Now he's started wanting me to take him there and we'd split the money.
These old guys are something. Anyway, I'm finding Grandpa another room as we're both tired of hearing it.
"That was D.B. not C.B. Moley"
"Lets not get that started again. I'm going to get you a private room."