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July 15, 2007
More Baseball and Old Gals
I popped out of bed early this morning, dressed, stopped by Micky D's for an Egg McMuffin and Fruit & Yogurt Parfait, and then shot off to one of the Worthington High Schools to sit with Roy and Lois and watch their oldest son, Dusty, play baseball. Following that game I met Roy and Lois at the Ohio State Baseball field for the championship game.
In the end Dusty's team would win it all. The final game was very exciting and in something like the 5th inning the Flames (Dusty's team) scored 8 runs to go ahead by one or two. The end of the game would find them ahead by two or three.
All told, over the last two days I watched about 10 hours of baseball. This is more baseball than I've seen in the last 20 years if you don't count games my kids have played in.
I then went to work for a bit, and then I went to Donato's for pizza. Which is when things got really exciting.
When I walked into Donato's there was an older lady (like 75+) walking toward me and another older lady. The first older lady had one of those metal canes that spreads out at the bottom so that there are four legs to it. As she walked by me and toward Older Lady 2 she said something about her food choice like, "I decided," or "I'm going to order," or something else that led me to believe she'd already ordered. As she was saying this I politely said, "Excuse me," and twisted sideways to go around her.
It was maybe six steps from where we passed to the counter … where another older lady was standing.
As I lined up behind Older Lady 3, Older Lady 1 passed me, sort of. She'd been beside me the whole time, I think (and moving very well for a woman with a four-legged cane) though I hadn't seen her due to her lack of tallness. (It was, most likely, her low center of gravity that allowed her to move so swiftly and so noiselessly.)
She said, "Pardon me," stepped in front of me, and said something to the Older Lady 3 (the older gal at the counter).
Technically, Older Lady 1 had gotten out of line and, technically, she'd cut in front of me.
Honestly, I didn't give a shit, though her "Pardon me" had lacked the genteelness I expect from Older Ladies and had an air of what-do-you-think-you're-doing that I didn't care for.
I was fine with Older Lady 1 retaking her place in line. She was obviously with Older Lady 2 and Older Lady 3 (And you know Older Ladies are at their most dangerous when they travel in packs. Especially when they're hungry.). She'd seemed to know what she was going to order. She was old and could have died at any moment.
There we stood. Older Lady 3 at the counter, Older Lady 1, and me. Ahead of us was the young lady order taker who was standing beneath the giant, readable-from-anywhere-in-the-restaurant menu.
Older Lady 3 had a coupon. Probably. It was hard for me to tell from where I was standing, though, in all fairness to me it was hard for her to tell from where she was standing and she was holding the item in her hand. (As I've suggested before if you leave home with what you think is a coupon you really need to read it before you get to wherever you're going that you think it might be accepted. If what you think is a coupon is blank on one side, has lines on the other, and is roughly 3 x 5 inches in size, it may be nothing more than an index card.)
As it happens, Older Lady 3 did have a coupon. You'll be happy to know that it was good, as the woman had hoped, for a few cents off a Mariachi Beef pizza.
Bravo!
Older Lady 3 moved to her seat and Older Lady 1 took one step forward to the counter. It was at this moment that she noticed the gigantic readable-from-any-point-within-the-restaurant menu.
And she read it. And then I believe she translated it into Latin, Spanish, Hebrew and French. Nothing else could possibly explain how it could have taken her so long to order a salad that was sitting in the cold case right in front of her.
I, as you know, am making fun of this just for the sake of making fun. I never really got worked up by what was going on. It was sort of comical.
The women did not seem to be suffering from any sort of dementia past the type that afflicts so many as they try to make fast-food choices; had they been I never would have mentioned this. They all seemed, based on the parts of their conversations I overheard, to be big fans of A Rod and his nice, tight ass.
I do honestly wonder why a person would wait until they got to the counter before they'd read a hanging menu or form any sort of idea about what they'd want to eat. I knew what I wanted before I left home (an Individual Works pizza with green olives instead of green peppers and a side order of wings with no sauce. Geez, I know about how many calories are in what I ordered: the pizza was about 760 calories (Googling comes up with 715) and the wings have about 80 calories each.)
And what were these women doing out at 6 p.m.? Did they miss an Early Bird somewhere?
Posted by delmer at July 15, 2007 9:20 PM
Comments
My question is, "Why were they even thinking about eating after 6 pm?". Lets see--bed time about 8--eating will take about an hour- with friends could be two hours--boy did they blow that. Next time this happens just remind them of the time--they will probably go home an make a cup of "sleepy time tea". Now if they are on to your blog they will be up all night tonight- laughing--unless they are mean old women--they may want to use that walker on you. Eat what you want old women, you build up your strength.
Posted by: Granny/Mom at July 16, 2007 8:18 AM
Seniors are lightning on their feet when food is involved, or getting on the tour bus first.
At least according to my senior parents.
Posted by: mikeo at July 16, 2007 8:40 PM