Great timing on this one as I just wrote about this to a friend this morning. Here is the gist of it:
I was throwing out newspapers getting ready to take the trash. My daughter and her husband had just dropped off my grocery order and were on their way out, saw two rolled up newspapers and said “you don’t read them?” I said I told them to stop delivery because they are sometimes thrown way away from my door or none come, and then one day there was a pile of them on my door, so I said stop already! It was a free promotion from the Eagle.She replied, “well at least you could do the crosswords like other old ladies.” I was disappointed I’m regulated as an old lady, even though it’s been a family joke for thirty years. I don’t want just that to be how people think of me. And I thought, foolishly, I’m not just an old lady, at least I hope not.So I didn’t say that because old lady is an affectionate term used in my family. It is a joke between us ever since I worked at Walmart in TX, years ago. There were three of us women in the jewelry department in Walmart. We were all about the same age, mid 40s. One day the manager came to us and said, “a customer has a complaint. He’s up front saying an older larger lady was rude”. We all just started laughing and the manager was not amused. We never found out who he was referring to, but the reference stuck. So T and I still joke about it today.
That was it, and this lockdown makes me at least, turn inside, with plenty of time to consider myself, too much so, and this is a result. Too much thinking by myself is not a good thing. At least I can reflect on the humor in it, which is my way of getting through life in general.