Sunday, December 14, 2008

Old

Today I was supposed to work from 9-3, bagging groceries and getting carts (as I complained about in "Sick", I was worried being outdoors would make me sicker). I had my alarm set for 7, but for some reason I woke up earlier. Then, the phone rang at 6:45 in the morning. Who calls at 6:45 in the morning? When we get a call this early, my family assumes there was an emergency or someone died (which I guess classifies as an emergency, doesn't it?).

Nobody died, thank goodness, but there was a semi-emergency at work. The girl who was supposed to work pay station (the place you can pay for food next to the dining area) was really sick (I won't go into details- you don't want to know). My manager wanted to know if I could come in ASAP. I asked if I would have to stay until 3, to which he replied no. So I accepted- I'd get off earlier and I would get to stay inside.

Overall, the day wasn't too bad. I had never worked breakfast or lunch shifts before, but they were tame compared to my usual dinner-time shift. And I got the chance to see a different crowd. I never realized how many old people, excuse me, seniors ate breakfast out. They had to be 90% of the customers that came through. Is this an old person thing, or simply a tradition from their generation?

I'm not sure, but they got me thinking about what I want to do when I'm old. Here's a few things I have so far: when I'm old I want to....
  • Play bingo. A lot (hopefully I won't end up like Mrs. Franklin down below, though).
  • Be one of the voter-registration volunteers.
  • Be able to bake the best chocolate-chip cookies.
  • Drive really slow, just for fun.
  • Do everything slow, just for fun.
  • Talk about the 'good old days'
  • Travel the world London, Italy, Egypt, Australia, everywhere (safety isn't really an issue- who would want to kidnap an old lady?)
  • Call people 'sonny'
  • Demand a senior citizen discount everywhere I go

Most importantly, I never want to be told I can't do something. By that age, I will have been through much of my life, and I won't want any 'whippersnappers' telling me my limits. I'll decide those for myself.

Maybe I'll even eat in a grocery store every Sunday.




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