There is a housebound old lady I know that does not drive, so I occasionally give her rides to the grocery store, etc.. Last Tuesday, she asked me to take her to her church to sign some papers, so I obliged.
On our way home, I told her that she would not see me for a couple of months because of my surgery. This was the first time I had told her about my heart problem. Suddenly she became overwhelmed with concern, asking me what was wrong with my heart.
I thought, "Oh, how sweet, she is worried about me." T
Then, obviously alarmed, she said, "Are you sure you should be driving? Is this safe? I don't know if this is such a good idea. Please, slow down."
She was freakin' terrified to be riding in the car with me!
When I dropped her off, she barely said a word to me as she fled from the car into her house.
I doubt she'll ever ask for another ride from me again. *Insert evil laugh*
probably the most excitement she's had in 20 years! i'll bet she's still on the phone telling all the other little old ladies about her brush with death. can you hear them now, clucking sympathetically and saying "kids these days"?
Posted by: jc | February 28, 2004 at 02:09 PM
You want I should break her legs?
Posted by: Andreah | March 01, 2004 at 11:58 AM
JC, you are so right. At least I gave the old broad something to talk about for the next couple of months.
Yes, Andreah, would you? You're a true friend. I laugh when I think about you, this little pregnant woman snapping this old bag's twigs in half. Oh, is it a bad omen that I get so much pleasure out of such thoughts?
Posted by: Michele | March 01, 2004 at 12:24 PM