"Excuse me. Pardon me." Isaac Hanson said as he exited the plane. "Please, let me through!" What's up with these southerners?! They don't move for anyone! he thought, gathering up his baggage.
"Excuse me, but, um, you can't stand there sir. Other people exiting need to be able to get through easily," a security guard said, moving Isaac aside.
"I couldn't get through easily," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothin'." Geez, I'm already talking like a souther---
"I saac? Isaac Hanson?!"
Isaac whirled around, dropped his bags, and ran to greet his grandparents. "Grandma Alice! Grandpa Tom!" he shouted.
"Come on, let's get to the car, and home," his grandfather proposed.
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"It's huge!" Isaac uttered as they pulled into the driveway.
"Not compared to yours, honey," Grandma Alice reminded him.
"Wow, I guess I never thought of mine as very big."
"Grandpa Tom'll show you where your room is."