dirtlooter
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About 25 or 30 years ago, I was with my daughter and son a local restaurant waiting on our food. It was pretty quiet and we were talking about our favorite things at this place. As we talked, about seven or eight "elderly" ladies came in and sat down at the large table beside us. The ladies were pretty excited as they greeted each other but then it began to get serious. Rule #1, it is best not to ask how an elderly person is feeling or doing. In doing so, you have forfeited your rights to not know about their numerous problems. Even before the first woman was finished moaning about her gall bladder, the next woman was already gearing up and trying to outdo her with her fluttering heart. In a matter of moments, every woman was remembering something else that hurt or didn't work right. My daughter rolled her eyes as she listened and I had to threaten her much younger brother to be quiet or else. Well, the ladies didn't mean any harm but their pains and aches were the biggest thing that they had in common. Finally one of them brought up a different subject and they went a different direction for a couple of minutes. We finished our meal and headed back out to the truck to leave. The first thing out the six year boy's mouth was about how miserable those ladies had to be, then he began the usual facial expressions that small boys are good at. I looked over to my daughter and told her that I hoped that never got that way, especially in a restaurant. So present time now, here I am with my wife at a restaurant with a mixed group of friends, some are in their fifties, some their sixties and seventies with a eighty something thrown in. Within minutes, out comes the talk about stints, by passes, every kind of operation imaginable. What makes it really bad, is that I am okay with it...in fact I had my own fair share to share with them. As we are talking, a young family comes in and sits just a little ways from us and I suddenly remember what I had told my daughter years ago. Oh well, let me tell you about....