The Old Gal Texting

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Today’s Blog Post


The Old Gal Texting

Not sure I can give you an accurate picture of this image or not. But here goes.

Yesterday at about 1:00 PM my wife Alida and I were sitting in the Costco Food Court along with my mom. After a busy morning of getting some renovation work done and needing the drywall mud to dry, we did a mid day escape for the cheap Hot Dog and Fries thing. Three people can eat for $9.96.

Now if you have been to the Food Court at Costco you will realize that it has different clientele there on different days and different again at different times of the day.

1:00 PM on a Friday it is filled with old people looking for a cheapo lunch and 90 percent are eating the $2.00 Hot Dog and Pop. All the guys realize early after buying their Costco membership that you can’t take your gal out for a better date than this one... cost effective and good tasting… if you like Hot Dogs that is.

We are at the outside tables dealing with Mom’s walker. Mom is sitting on the opposite side of where I am and Alida is sitting beside her. Behind Alida and to my right is another Grandma type about our age. She is a striking lady… and “in her day” was likely a knock out. But as the time had rolled on the day was no longer hers… Yet in comparison to other Grandma’s in the food court she still was striking.

Now you need to see the fuller picture.

She was dressed in not so Grandma like clothes. She was not as fat as other Grandmas around her. Her jacket was not bought at Walmart. Her slender jeans fit just right. With her high heal shoes coming out just right from the perfect length jeans she definitely didn’t fit into the regular Grandma mode in the food court – all wearing old running shoes and baggy Grandma Pants. But most of the regular Grandmas all had big bottoms… this Grandma didn’t.

“Now how did you know if she had a big bottom or not!?” you ask…

Well as an artist and man there isn’t anything that I don’t notice. Leave it at that okay. She had been with her husband walking through the Costco aisles earlier and you could see the high heals and jeans then. With her short stylish, non Grandma, charcoal coloured, very sharp jacket with her bottom being visible. Not quite a moving billboard, but getting close… That is how I know – okay!

Back to the food court if I may change the topic again… okay…

Where she sat to my right and the next row back, she was sitting alone at this stage. Apparently she had secured the table while her man was retrieving the food and drinks at the Food Court counter. All the other tables around her were filled with fatter Grandparents munching on their Hot Dogs and enjoying their non speaking dates.

Oh I forgot to mention that people our age that have been married this long have little to say to each other on these “dates”. The Grandmas are checking their shopping lists – their dates are staring ahead into nothingness – or looking for some of their old friends that might be in the Food Court trapped on shopping trips the same way they are… oops I mean a date with their gals.

As I took a bite of my fully loaded Hot Dog an unusual ring happened. Nope it wasn’t the ring of the off balanced hearing aide that so often goes funny in a crowd like this… it was a definite, almost Cell Phone ring that had been modified somewhat. It was a jingling sound.

As I looked with others, the striking lady, “in her day” who was likely a knock out… brought out her Blackberry and looked at the tiny screen… and then smiled. Some one was messaging her.

She looked up to about six faces looking at her… mostly men and a few Grandmas… who had by now all noticed her high heals and jeans with her short stylish, non Grandma, charcoal coloured, very sharp jacket with her bottom being visible.

She focused her attention on typing out a Text Message to whoever had sent her something – all the time smiling slightly… in her own little world.

All the six that had looked at her were back taking the third and fourth bites of their Hot Dogs.

Again that the Blackberry did its little jingle… to notify of another text message. The old guy at the next table asked his wife if her hearing aide was okay.

The Blackberry lady did something very funny… The Blackberry was laying on the table top as she looked down at it… and in a typical Grandma way… she Shushed it… you now the way that you do with your grandkids when they say something they shouldn’t or might be disturbing someone else nearby.

She not only Shushed it, she waved her hands at it to try to quiet it down.

I grinned from ear to ear and started telling my wife what was happening behind her back at the next table.

The Blackberry jingled again and again. The person on the other end had found out that there was a response and messages were coming at about one every 15 seconds of less.

Grandma couldn’t shush it… and was now fully engaged with whoever she was texting back and forth with.

Grandma wasn’t as fast as she typed fully her messages. That is why there was a pause between jingles. Whoever she was texting was young and fast.

My guess it was her granddaughter that was so excited that Grandma had her Blackberry out and was working it slowly but steadily.

It was at that stage the other Grandmas with bigger bottoms could see they were different than the Grandma with her high heals and jeans with her short stylish, non Grandma, charcoal coloured, very sharp jacket with her bottom being visible.

None of them knew what a Blackberry was.. could not understand Texting and still thought it was a hearing aide problem… and noticed their husbands looking at the lady in charcoal.

Her husband showed up with the food tray. Pizza, Fries and Pop… no HOT DOGS!

As they sat and ate… the jingling kept coming… and her husband just shook his head slightly as she quickly answered it. He ate all his pizza and some of the fries while she texted back and forth to her Granddaughter... or whoever it was.

I think she wasn’t as heavy as the other Grandmas in the Food Court because she Texted Messages rather than ate.

As she got up to leave, heads turned and watched them walk away… all for different reasons. You could only guess what was happening in each person’s minds.

One common thought I am guessing that Grandmas were thinking was, “They must be from Toronto… not from Peterborough… never saw them before…”

You know the Food Court at Costco – or at any Mall is a virtual treasure chest of stories.

Yesterday it was the Old Gal Texting… well maybe not so old…. have you caught that image now… too funny. The jacket was something else….

~ Murray Lincoln ~
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