Comeuppance

I told my grandmother, who lived in Michigan, that I was moving to Florida. That was three years ago. Every winter when I saw on the weather map that Michigan was getting hit hard and heavy with cold and snow I would call her and brag about it being seventy degrees outside. She would laugh and say “just you wait.”

My grandmother called today and asked how the weather was where I was in Florida.

She gave me my comeuppance.