purchasing gas (for my car) and coffee at a remote convenient store (do Massachusetts people know the Stewart's chain?), i wander into a scene where two employees are assisting a very old man who is apparently senile.
he was complaining that the gas pump didn't work. so the younger worker went out with him. after the older, mouth agape cashier rang me up, she came back in and explained that the man thought a Stewart's sticker on the pump station was actually a button, thus he couldn't get it to work.
she laughed and said "i hope i never get that old and like that"
the cashier dude goes "i hope i'm dead if i get like that"
that asshole! granted, that is a shitty situation and you could get hurt or hurt others so easily... but if you could keep a shred of your faculties, imagine making the most of a life like that. it could be interesting, at the very least.
for the life of me, i can't remember the noted painter who underwent a decrepitating nerve disorder toward the end of his life and had to be placed in a wheelchair. the story goes that he began to draw murals with a piece of charcoal or chalk on the end of a long stick of reed. the reed wobbled all over the place, almost out of control. one of his nurses took concern and offered to lower the mural, or bring his wheelchair closer. he shot her a look and smiled and said "NO, THIS IS WONDERFUL!"
he was complaining that the gas pump didn't work. so the younger worker went out with him. after the older, mouth agape cashier rang me up, she came back in and explained that the man thought a Stewart's sticker on the pump station was actually a button, thus he couldn't get it to work.
she laughed and said "i hope i never get that old and like that"
the cashier dude goes "i hope i'm dead if i get like that"
that asshole! granted, that is a shitty situation and you could get hurt or hurt others so easily... but if you could keep a shred of your faculties, imagine making the most of a life like that. it could be interesting, at the very least.
for the life of me, i can't remember the noted painter who underwent a decrepitating nerve disorder toward the end of his life and had to be placed in a wheelchair. the story goes that he began to draw murals with a piece of charcoal or chalk on the end of a long stick of reed. the reed wobbled all over the place, almost out of control. one of his nurses took concern and offered to lower the mural, or bring his wheelchair closer. he shot her a look and smiled and said "NO, THIS IS WONDERFUL!"
