I wonder what I will be like....
When I am older...
As many of you know I work for a company that sells products to the long term care industry. Meaning nursing homes, senior living centers, etc. etc. So I probably think about getting older and what they will mean for me a little more often than the average person.
However, it doesn't stop me from thinking that a lot of old people are really annoying or scary. And lately I have found myself wondering, will I be pleasant or will I be annoying and scary. I am really hoping I will spend my days as an old lady knitting, golfing, baking and drinking martinis. And not complaining unless I really have something to complain about.
And you know I have examples of scary & annoying old people - so here they are:
ANNOYING#1) Some customers at the golf course, I am thinking of a very specific old lady. They don't have drinks at the bar, they go right to their table. BUT - you better be there waiting to take their drink order, and they better not wait more than 30 seconds once a drink is finished to have another coming. Also - don't even think about taking their dinner order before they have sat at the table for 20 minutes, or a little more, or a little less - and if you come too early, or late to take their order, they will yell at you for it. To mess with them, I almost always put their bill together, even though they ask for it separately. I figure I am preventing them from dementia, by helping them keep their math skills sharp.
ANNOYING/SCARY #2) Jeff and I had dinner last Saturday at PLAE bistro - which if you live in Green Bay, I would recommend trying it. A very nice little place - we ate outside on their new patio, not much of a view, however nice to dine al fresco whenever we can. Anyway, back to the elderly. We were seated at a table next to an elderly couple. The little old lady looked harmless enough, your typical whitehead with curly hair and a little pantsuit outfit. The man - he looked like a slimeball, ratty t-shirt and very very short white shorts on. He also acted like a slimeball. He kept ordering the little old lady more and more and more drinks and talking about the waitress' backside. You may wonder how we could hear their conversation so well...they must have been a little hard of hearing because everything they were saying was semi-yelled. Grandpa Grossness then went on to start talking about the types of undergarments that little old ladies at the nursing home they live at pull out of the laundry. Who knew....some of the lil old ladies still wear thongs. Really- very pleasant dinner convo:)
So to tempt fate, I would like to say right now, I am vowing to be pretty normal when I am old, not scary, not annoying, not complaining about everything, I think I will just be happy to be alive!