The gal I rode "to work" with today is a short little thing and I'm thinking she has to be in her late 60's or early 70's. But who knows! Everyone seems to look younger as I get older.
Anyway, I digress....
On the way home, she wanted to stop at the PO and pick up her mail. There is a little and I mean LITTLE town just west of here called Cobb. The post office has two handicap parking spaces, 2 regular parking spaces and two spaces for employees.
The little gal I was with told me that the day after the PO opened (I guess about 5 years ago??) it was robbed!!! Good lord!!!
Anyway, I digressed again.
While I was sitting in her car waiting for her return, a car pulled in next to me, which was one of the handicap spots. The car was not coming in fast at all, but it managed to run hard enough into the parking curb that I thought the air bag would launch. The person, which I could see now was an elderly woman, rocked back and forth in her seat from the force of the sudden curb stop. She then put it in reverse and crawled backwards about a foot and slammed on the brake...only to do the back and forth thing again.
She eventually get the car situated and then proceeded to try to get OUT of the car.
I could see she was well coiffed, wearing pretty, dangling earrings, make up, a necklace...and a grey sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. I took all this in as she had finally gotten the door opened and had turned herself around in the driver's seat to try to exit. BUT before she did attempt to exit she thought of one other thing she needed to do...SHE GRABBED HER PORTABLE SPITOON (AKA POP BOTTLE) AND SPIT!!! OR SPAT??!!!
I had planned on asking her if she needed assistance getting out but when she saw me starting to open my door, she gave me a big, totally toothless grin and said "It's hell to get old!"
The Waiting Room
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