Tuesday evening my quartet sang at a dinner for about 200 guests at a huge Baptist church in Augusta. After we finished we left immediately.
On our way to the parking lot we encountered a lady in her
30s who arrived late. She greeted us
and asked if she was too late. Of
course I responded with, “Well, you missed grace and our performance, but
dinner is just now being served.”
She then approached me, smiled and asked, “How old are you?”
What a strange question, I thought. Am I being hit on by this woman in a church
parking lot? Or, maybe she can’t
believe I look so good for a guy with all that gray hair.
I responded, “I’m 73.” (I’m kind of proud of my age)
With that, she said, “Oh good. Would you zip me up?” and she
turned around to reveal that her dress was unzipped from the waist up. I guess she was in a big hurry and didn’t
have anyone to help her when she put the dress on.
I laughed and pulled the zipper up to complete the
task. But then it struck me that what
she had actually implied was that, because of my advanced age I must be
“harmless.”
I guess that told me how old I really am!
That’s it for this week…
