After the first few days of Hick's absence, a couple of the workers there sent him a text. One was a true friend. The other was Hick's current arch nemesis, a former friend with whom he's having a feud and doesn't know why. I say it's because they're both hard-headed know-it-alls, who refuse to apologize for any real or imagined transgressions, preferring to sit upon their high-horses, smug in the knowledge that they're right!
Anyhoo... the arch nemesis sent Hick a text asking if he was all right, since 'all the gals were asking where he'd been.' Hick replied to both texters (heh, heh, that makes Hick the TEXTEE) that he was fine, just busy working on his new store.
Today, Hick WILL be going to have lunch at the Senior Center. It's the day of the local high school's homecoming parade. So they have prime real estate out front on the sidewalk to watch. And to pick up candy tossed their way, too, I suppose! Though it might be a slow-motion race as to who can get to it fastest. Hick's Friday afternoon bull-session crony has asked Hick to save a seat for himself and his wife.
"How can you do that? Do you have chairs?"
"Yeah. We'll wheel out."
"What's THAT mean? Do the chairs in there have wheels?"
"Some of them do. The others we'll carry."
"That's an accident waiting to happen! I hate chairs with wheels. I'm sure they are going to roll out from under me. That's why I always had my teacher desk where my chair could back up to the wall. So I could sit down without worrying!"
"Anyway, they didn't say to save them seats for the parade, but for the lunch inside. THEN we can take our chairs out to the sidewalk."
Good to know. It's not even Hick's school. It's MY school! Where I was VALEDICTORIAN!!! Have I ever mentioned that?
The lunch menu is:
Chicken Pot Pie
Pickled Beets
Side Salad
Variety of Desserts
I know better than to ask for any Chicken Pot Pie. It would sit on Hick's lap during the parade, I'm sure. And probably have a double serving of beets.
When I go into my office supply store, I need to sit, so they bring me a rolly office chair. I always put anything that can roll against a wall, even my rollator if I use it. If anything has locks, I fear they will fail. I even have to put rolly chairs against the counter to get up. I just cannot even imagine seniors outdoors in chairs with wheels. I am cringing for them already. The fire department has to lift me!
ReplyDeleteI understand! Even at the casino grill, I have The Pony stand behind my wooden chair as I sit down at the table. Also when I get up. Those chairs have four regular legs, without wheels, but slide across the tile floor with shocking ease.
DeleteI was telling The Pony about Hick and his elderlies going to sit outside to watch the parade, and The Pony said, "Isn't that on a hill?" Yes! I hope nobody rolls away!