• Grandpa did everything at his own pace, a speed that my sister and I referred to as 'when snails attack.' ... My grandparents' house was only about ten miles from ours, but the ride there would necessitate sandwiches packed for the trip, and several books to keep us occupied.

    Jenny Lawson (2012). “Let's Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir)”, p.31, Pan Macmillan