Mother was showing her septuagenarian visitors around town when they made a late afternoon stop at the museum garden. One of her visitors had a bad foot and was on a cane, so she thought a gentle stroll would be just what they needed while they killed time waiting to go to Cracker Barrel, the designated old folks watering hole.
Mother led them from one unique corner in the garden after another. She is an enthusiastic host, if nothing else. Eventually, Cracker Barrel’s siren song wooed them. They made for the tall wrought-iron gates, only to find them locked. They’d overstayed visitor’s hours and were incarcerated.
There was nothing to do but call 911. The ladder truck showed up to hoist the seventy-somethings over the fence. It took some maneuvering but the firemen eventually even liberated the lady with the cane and the bum foot. A good time was had by all! The firemen had a good laugh at their expense. They’d certainly worked up a good appetite by the time they finally got to Cracker Barrel.
Mother had guests visiting from out of town. They’d been out to lunch and she’d be showing them the sites all afternoon. Her guests were geriatric; not quite the spry youthful specimen she was. A gracious hostess, she made sure all their stops weren’t too rigorous or demanding, since some of them faced physical challenges. She decided a visit to the State Exhibit Museum was in order late in the afternoon, the visit made more enticing since there was no admission. They strolled the gardens for an hour or more. The roses, clematis, and lilies were a vision with their gentle scent perfuming the summer air. It could have gone on forever but they still wanted to tour the museum before it closed for the day! Upon climbing the steps and rattling the door, they found it locked up tight. Mother was offended. “But the sign says 8:00 to 4:00 seven days a week, except for holidays! It’s not a holiday! I’m going to call and talk to SOMEBODY tomorrow!”
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