I was at the checkout stand in the grocery store, having completed my every-other-week shopping for Connie and myself. The cart was stuffed. The bagger offered to help unload the cart, and I gladly accepted. As I took out my credit card at the register, the checker said, "What job do you have?" I was kind of surprised. "Professor," I said, "I was; retired now." I thought maybe it had something to do with the quantity of groceries I was purchasing, but that didn't compute somehow. "Why do you ask?"
Smiling, the 20-to-30-something checker said, "Well, I like your style! The cap, everything." He turned to the bagger and said, "I hope I look like that when I retire."
"Thanks," I said, really meaning it.
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| What the retired prof looked like back at the checkstand. |
Dad,
ReplyDeleteYou always look great! I hope to look as fit & groovy as you when I hit my mid-80's!
Love,
Ellizabeth