Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Quip of the Day

Last week (or was it two weeks ago...I lose track of time so fast) Chris and I spent a lovely day golfing and dining with his dad, Mike. We were waiting in the lobby for our table to be ready. I was standing by the door and a group of elderly people came walking out of the restaurant. One adorable lady was arm and arm with another woman who looked to be from the same generation. I opened the door for the pair, smiled at them as one of them said, "Oh, thank you honey," as they shuffled out the door. I continued to hold it for the men following behind. They were carrying the to-go containers. They too had a gait customary for one being 'up in years.' We exchanged smiles (shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, look up, smile, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle) and I resumed my post next to Chris. His eyes lingered on the group for a moment. Then he turned to me and said, "I wish my life was that slow."

I can't tell you how hilarious this was. I laughed, heartily. (He smiled, only because he loves making me laugh.) Of course we just enjoyed a leisurely day. Well, 1/2 day. The morning was spent scouting area and dealing with licensing issues for his job. Days before that (including this day) he had been on the phone almost constantly with reps, managers, family, corporate, apartment managers, police stations, city halls, banks, the electric company, gas company, dish network, wi-fi company....sigh. That was just the time spent on the phone. Never mind the move cross country, packing up our lives, making arrangements for what we left behind, setting up shop in an area we've never been to before...etc, etc, etc. You get the idea.

Someday honey. Someday we will be shuffling our way out of some restaurant where seniors eat 1/2 price between 4pm and 6pm on Tuesdays. But I can't help but think that you'll look behind your shoulder at the young man who held the door for us on the way out and think, "My goodness, he hopped up quick. I wish I could still move that limberly through life." Of course, I can't imagine you structuring a sentence like that one. I was just trying to make you sound older. I'll bet by then you just give me a look or a wink or a smile and I'll know what you mean. But let's work on our elderly voice and style. I hope by the time we are elderly, (along with hoping people think we are adorable), it still means you're elderly when you say things like, "Well, hello there young man!" Or "Top of the morning to you!" Wait...that's Irish, not elderly. Hmm. Oh well.


{Austria huh? Well, throw another shrimp on the barbie! (2 blog points if you know where this comes from. 2 more points if you have any idea what the heck I am ever talking about in any of my posts!)}