Mr and Mrs Carter had raised two daughters and two sons, all of whom had since married and started families of their own. Before long, the couple found themselves doting grandparents to a granddaughter and, shortly afterward, twin grandsons — a source of immense joy for them both.
When one of their daughters gave birth again, she phoned her mother, pleading for help with the newborn. Mrs Carter set off immediately, while her husband remained behind, reluctant to leave his job so abruptly. Still, he promised to visit that Friday and stay through the weekend.
That evening, having finished work, Mr Carter boarded a train, practically buzzing with anticipation at the thought of meeting his newest grandchild. Spotting three vacant seats, he approached an elderly gentleman beside one and asked, rather cheerfully, whether he was a grandfather. The man confirmed he had three granddaughters.
Undeterred, Mr Carter moved to the next seat, occupied by a pleasant woman who revealed she had four grandchildren of her own.
Finally, he approached the third seat and posed the same question to its occupant. This time, the man admitted he wasn't a grandfather at all.
Delighted, Mr Carter settled beside him, grinning. "Wonderful," he said. "Now let me tell you all about my grandchildren."