We’ve been doing a lot of traveling lately and I just have to comment on the becoming of invisible me. Maybe it’s the traveling or maybe it’s the places we’ve been but my biggest take away is Kathy Bates line in Fried Green Tomatoes … “I may be older but I have better insurance.” And while it may not have been two young things in tight jeans and belly shirts who took my parking spot, these people tried to take my dignity.
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Like the male airline ticket taker who didn’t want to give me an exit row seat because I couldn’t possibly handle a hundred panicked people coming at me trying to jump from the plane. Was this guy stupid or just stupid? Besides the fact that I work out constantly and have the stamina of a silver back gorilla, if the plane went down most of us would be gone anyway.
Then there was the scene at a golf club restaurant in Tucson. I sit down and there’s not a soul in site. Four silver haired guy golfers sit down and presto out trots a wait person to take their order. They get water; they get coffee; I get ornery. It was lovely.
Finally, there’s the grey haired guy on the grey bike crossing the street in front of me. I wait, he slows down. I wait some more, he slows down even more. Finally I figure he’s waiting for me and make my left turn. He calls me an a—hole and then an effin a—hole.
So now I know I’m invisible or curse-able or dispensable to grey haired gorillas riding bikes.
Carol Orsborn