First in line meant 7:30 a.m.! Oy!
Away I went, and by 9 a.m. I was driving away, confident that the car was ready to go.
But my schedule was upside down.
Normally on Fridays, I putter around locally, then head to the other side of town for lunch and errands. Not wanting to make a second trip back across town, I decided to go ahead and run my errands.
I was feeling wild and crazy!
First stop, McDonald's.
I normally don't eat at McDonald's... unless I am driving a long distance, or it's breakfast time. I love their sausage and egg biscuits - even though they are only half the size they used to be (yes, McDonald's, we've noticed!) - and that hash brown cake.
So I order. "#4 breakfast meal with orange juice instead of coffee."
Now let me stop here to interject some important information you'll need to know. A month ago I started growing a full beard. I've always had the goatee and mustache (and when I say "always" I mean for more than 15 years), but the rest of the facial hair just never grew in to my satisfaction, so I've always kept it shaved.
I was on vacation - what better reason to let the whiskers grow! - and I was going to see my favorite niece, who likes my face scruffy.
But when vacation was over, I had a good start on the beard, so I decided to let it go and see what it would look like.
I also realized that having passed 50 a few months back, the image in my mirror was looking less like Brad Pitt (who turns 50 in December)...
...and more like Ernest Hemingway at 50.
Maybe growing old gracefully means fully embracing the reality of one's age.
Anyway, here I am at McDonald's, and the cashier sets down a cup of coffee in front of me. I point out that I had asked for orange juice instead of coffee. She is apologetic, saying she thought I said I wanted both.
Not a problem.
Then she calls the manager over. "I rang him up for a Senior Coffee by mistake."
The manager apologizes for the mix-up and cheerfully refunds my 53 cents. I take my tray, find a table, and begin reading while I am eating.
I was finishing up Carl Hiassen's latest book, "Bad Monkey". Worth the read!
Suddenly it hits me.
Did the cashier just say she rang me up for a "Senior" coffee?
So much for growing old gracefully...