there , it 's just you and the old granny wearing the sweatshirt from before , just somebody 's regular grandma , but she 's lived through world wars and nuclear bombs , probably she saw all the kennedys get shot and abraham lincoln , and now she 's bobbing up and down on her tennis-shoe toes , clapping her granny hands and crowded by supermodels and flashing lights while the big voice makes her the promise of a sports utility vehicle , a wide-screen television , a floor-length fur coat .