x3 I Miss This
I ate lunch today at the assisted-living facility where I worked forever.
Sat down with my old resident/friend who always sits alone, because he doesn’t get along with anyone. We had this conversation at least three times…
Him: You look so familiar…
Me: I used to work here.
Him: Oh! What do you do now?
Me: I’m a counselor in Virginia.
Him: You’re cute!
Me: Well, thanks.
Him: Do you have a boyfriend?
Him: Hmm… wish I was younger.
Me: Alright… how do you like your Brussels sprouts?
I also got to talk to all my other old people there. They all remembered me and wanted to talk to me. It felt like coming home… like coming to a place that you are intimately familiar with and where you are loved.
When I said goodbye to my dinner companion, he said – as he did every single day I worked there, “Do you know which way I go to get to my room?”
I pointed him in the right direction. And because like all the habits of people you know so well, I already knew what the next question would be, so I said…
It’s room 146.