This morning while walking Chief around the school’s enormous campus, I saw a senior-sized couple exit Trent Arena’s recreational center. The little lady, looking especially classy in her white and pink running outfit walked up to a gold car, and waited. Her husband ambled on, not really paying notice to his wife waiting.
As he moved a few paces beyond the car, she shouted, “Will you unlock my door, please?”
The tall gentleman, slightly bent with age, but still plodding along, did not turn, nor speak to acknowledge her request. He moved further away.
“Will you unlock the car? Are you deaf?” she demanded, with impatience, and growing aggravation. “Where are you going?”
“To our car, you blind bat.”
She gave a little huff, attempting to recapture some dignity, and move away from the twin car.