Lois and I often sit at the kitchen table for an hour or more after dinner, just chatting and telling funny stories. She asked me a great question last night; one that I hadn’t really thought about too deeply.
Lois: “When did you realize that you liked old people?”
I teased her and winked: “How do you know that I like old people?”
Lois: “Well, I just assumed since you spend so much time with us old farts…”
I laughed: “Good point.”
I thought about it for a moment, and then I told her a bit about my childhood.
Me: “When I was a little girl and my parents were still together, I would go on bus trips all the time. My parents had a tourist business where they would take groups of old people on bus trips to Reno and all over the place.”
Lois was intrigued: “Oh really?!”
Me: “Yeah, it was really fun! I hung out with the senior citizens all the time. I remember one time I was so embarrassed because when I was around 4 years old, I fell asleep on one of the old lady’s laps.”
Lois: “What was so embarrassing about that?”
I laughed: “Well, the falling asleep part wasn’t embarrassing, but it was sure embarrassing when I woke up and quickly realized that I’d wet my pants all over that poor lady!”
Lois just about fell out of her chair she was laughing so hard: “What did she do?!”
Me: “Well she was so sweet to me. I remember that I started crying and telling her that I was sorry and she just patted my arm, smiled and said, ‘Oh it’s okay sweetie. You’ll stop wetting your pants one day soon, but then when you get to be my age you’ll start wetting your pants all over again…'”
Lois was laughing so hard she had tears rolling down her face: “Well isn’t that the TRUTH!”
What a sweet old woman (both the one on the bus and Lois!).
Yeah, so sweet (well… Lois is sweet most of the time anyway lol) Thanks again!