A woman went to the local psychic in hopes of contacting her dearly departed grandmother.
The psychic’s eyelids begin fluttering and she begins moaning.
Eventually, a voice comes, saying, “Granddaughter? Are you there?”
The granddaughter, wide-eyed responds, “Grandma? Is that you?”
“Yes granddaughter, it’s me.”
“It’s really you, Grandma?” the woman repeats.
“Yes, it’s really me, granddaughter.”
The woman pauses a moment, “Grandma, I have just one question for you.”
“Anything, my child.”
“When did you learn to speak English?”
Warmie
