Wednesday, 21 October 2009
I Think That When You're 93 It's About Time To Swallow Your Pride And WEAR. YOUR. HEARING. AID!
Old Lady With Stick: "Well, good morning!"
Old Lady With Chic Silk Scarf: "Good Morning!"
OLWS: "There's a taxi."
OLWCSS: "Oh! Are you waiting for a taxi too?"
OLWS: "Yes, isn't it?"
OLWCSS: "Well I'm sure mine will be along soon."
OLWS: "A little nippy though."
Granddaughter: "That's your taxi, Margo."
OLWCSS: "He'll only be a few minutes I'm sure"
G: "Let's go and ask him, shall we?"
OLWS: "I can't imagine who he's waiting for."
OLWCSS: "Oh, you're waiting for someone?"
OLWS: "Well, maybe it will clear up."
G: "Oh, LOOK! There's the number you called, on the side of the taxi! This must be YOUR TAXI!"
OLWS: "Are you expecting a taxi? There's on there..."
OLWCSS: "Well, maybe we should ask him."
G: "GOOD IDEA!"
OLWCSS: "Because this person doesn't seem to be in a hurry."
OLWS: "Yes, I think it might."
OLWCSS: "Oh, is it? Well, we can wait..."
G (steering OLWCSS by shoulders): "Okay, then! Let's go!"
Taxi Driver: "Mrs. E?"
OLWCSS: "Well that's all right then. To the hairdresser's in W. And we can give you a lift Nan."
G: "Well, it's out of your way, isn't it? I'll be all right walking, thanks."
OLWCSS: "So that's A. Road."
G: "THE WALK WILL DO ME GOOD!!"
T.D: Very savvy, bundles OLWCSS into car, waves me goodbye theatrically, and starts talking loudly to OLWCSS, "HAVING A HAIRCUT TODAY ARE WE?"
Granddaughter beats hasty retreat. Laughing merrily all the way home and grateful for the wisdom of Bournemouth Taxi Drivers.