Yesterday, I had Dunkin’ Donuts. Not one donut but two because you can justify things like that after a sudden and unexpected heart break and after learning you have not 1, not 2, but 3 cavities. I went to the dentist after at least (don’t judge me) 2 years without a cleaning or check up. I didn’t have dental coverage. Two of the cavities had been previously filled; I say that so you don’t think less of me. (Interestingly enough, I expected some cavities – I don’t have great teeth and I had specifically prayed that I would not have more than 3, because I would be devastated. I need to pray bigger next time, next time I pray for 0 cavities.) Anyway, I hadn’t had breakfast and was advised to eat on the side where they didn’t paint my teeth with a sensodyne-type ointment (did I mention I have receding gums – self-induced: I don’t know the power behind my left arm). I’ve been wanting donuts for awhile and they were perfect for the task. It’s one of those things I get in my head and nothing will satiate the desire except for just that, a donut. I was passing Dunkin’ anyway; it was just what I “needed.”
I entered and after being overwhelmed by all of the delicious looking sugar-bombs, I noticed the table of elders. There was a whole group of cute white-haired ladies, all in cotton pants and striped or flowered shirts. There were a few men in the mix, but definitely out numbered. The older couple who had come in behind me went over to greet the table. One of the women (W1) was so excited to see this pair, she squealed and hugged the woman (W2). I thought to myself, “Ahh, kindred souls. I bet it’s been awhile since they’ve seen each other. Maybe W1 has been in the hospital or unable to make their donut dates. Look at how excited they both are. Sweet. Thank goodness for my girlfriends, maybe we’ll be like that someday.”
W2 came over to her husband in line and said, “That lady over there knows us, knows me and everything about me. I don’t know who she is. I have no idea who she is!” She was baffled.
It was funny – maybe slightly sad because they’re older and you never know if confusion could be dementia, but all that aside… It was humorous.
I entered and after being overwhelmed by all of the delicious looking sugar-bombs, I noticed the table of elders. There was a whole group of cute white-haired ladies, all in cotton pants and striped or flowered shirts. There were a few men in the mix, but definitely out numbered. The older couple who had come in behind me went over to greet the table. One of the women (W1) was so excited to see this pair, she squealed and hugged the woman (W2). I thought to myself, “Ahh, kindred souls. I bet it’s been awhile since they’ve seen each other. Maybe W1 has been in the hospital or unable to make their donut dates. Look at how excited they both are. Sweet. Thank goodness for my girlfriends, maybe we’ll be like that someday.”
W2 came over to her husband in line and said, “That lady over there knows us, knows me and everything about me. I don’t know who she is. I have no idea who she is!” She was baffled.
It was funny – maybe slightly sad because they’re older and you never know if confusion could be dementia, but all that aside… It was humorous.
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