So I went to the doctor and got into the elevator with an elderly man. We were both going to the Fifth Floor, so we ‘had something in common,’ you might say, right from the start. There was padding hanging on the elevator walls and he said “I feel like I’m in a padded cell.”
I said “I’ve felt that way before…not too often, thank goodness!” laughing…
He said “Too often for ME!” Sweet guy, laughing…very perky and nice.
Then another guy got in on the next floor going up…and heard we were chatting and said “I feel like I got in the middle of something” and the old guy explained the “padded cell” thing we were talking about. The new guy was very friendly, too. When he got out, wishing us a happy new year, I asked the older man….
“Do you mind if I ask how old you are?” (Obviously, it wasn’t quite as out of the blue as that, something led me to ask which made it not rude!)
He said “83”, which surprised me because he looked like a spry 103. Then he added, as if he’d read my mind..”…but REALLY dry skin!”
The doors opened and we both walked out of the elevator and I said “I’ll bet you’re conservative…” (since he was older) and he looked surprised and said “Oh, no I AM NOT!”
We walked toward the doc’s office (we were going to the same suite) and I said ‘You like Obama?”
“Yes, I do like Obama!” SO I say…
“Wow, for someone who’s lived in America all these years, I’d expect you to have become more conservative…”
He opened the door for me and we went in….I sat down because I don’t have to ‘check in’ as they know me….They say to him “You’re early!” He says his appointment time was 1:15, the time mine was scheduled for. I said “I’m not that much in a hurry, if you want my time, I’ll wait.” She spoke to him, calling him Mr. Murphy.
Finally, he says “I’ve got the wrong time? Wow, I never make mistakes like that!”
So, how could I resist? I say “Except in elections, right, Mr. Murphy!?” (laughing, of course)
He laughs, too, and walks farther into the waiting room. Never to speak to me again 🙂
THIS IS MY LIFE, FOLKS! 🙂