Wednesday, September 19, 2012
How olde would you be
if you didn't know how olde you are?
~Leroy Sanchell Paige
On my fiftieth birthday, my eldest daughter gave me a pin that said "Fifty is Nifty." I wore it to work that day, and what fun it was! All day, people kept saying things to me, such as, " Anita, you don't look fifty," or "Why, Anita, you can't be fifty, and "We know you can't be fifty."
It was wonderful. Now, I knew they were lying, and they knew I knew, but isn't that what friends and co-workers are for? To lie to you when you need it, in times of emergency, like divorce and death and turning fifty.
Y ou know how it is with a lie, though. You hear it often enough, and you begin to think it's true. By the end of the day, I felt fabulous. I fairly floated home from work. In fact, on the way home, I thought: I really ought to dump my husband. After all, the geezer was fifty-one, way too olde for a young-looking gal like me.
Arriving home, I had shut the front door when the doorbell rang. It was a young girl from a florist shop,
bringing birthday flowers from a friend. They were lovely. I stood in my doorway holding the flowers and admiring them, while the delivery girl stood there, waiting for a tip.
She noticed the pin on my jacket and said, " Oh, fifty, eh?"
"Yes," I answered, and waited. I could stand one last compliment before my birthday ended.
"Fifty," she repeated. "That's great! Birthday or anniversary?"
18 September, 2012