Today is Sunday. I’m walking down the corridor toward my mother’s apartment. This is in the Burbank Senior Artists’ Colony, a surprisingly interesting place for an old folks’ home.
A woman with a walker painstakingly approaches. Seeing me, she ducks into a doorway to let me by. I smile and say, “No, after you, please!”
As she passes, she says to me, “Oh well, you live here. I’m just visiting this floor.”
I feel so old.
1 comment:
well, maybe if you'd 'skip and gambol' a bit more, that wouldn't happen. ;-)
btw, i'm ambivalent about the commas outside the quotes. i know, either way is said to be correct. but as a curmudgeonly (NOT youthful) traditionalist, i still prefer the classic 'always inside' rule. to each, etc.
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