I once knew these two sisters who were in their 70’s and got along famously. When ever they would go out to lunch, they would order a sandwich, a diet coke, an extra plate and glass. When the order arrived, they would split the sandwich and share the soda.
I saw it so often, I just thought that is what “old people” did.
Quietly and without fanfare, it happened, TO US.
When did this happen? How did it happen to us?
Right smack in the middle of an ordinary life, one of us causally said, let’s share the donut.
Yes, I know, Mr. Right and I are in our 50’s and we have never thought of ourselves as “old people”.
side note: A moment yesterday, reminded me why “older folks” wear bike helmets. …You spy your better half, looking good, handsome sunglasses, tan and healthy, biking beside you, your heart does a jig and while looking at your boyfriend, you almost bike into a parked pick up truck? Yikes, pay attention! Geesh.
Oh sure, yesterday, after a very enjoyable Sunday bike ride, we decide to go out for a light supper. Even though it was too early to eat dinner, we promise ourselves we wouldn’t tell “the kids” (read that as our adult children who tease us if we eat at 4:45 pm)
Last night IT happened. We decided to share an appetizer, order one meal and an extra plate. Full disclosure, the waitress was non-pulsed and much to our happy surprise, the main dish, came already divided on two separate plates, each garnished on their own.
Nothin’ to see here folks, move along. Just two people eating a meal.
Now, I am not sure if it is the GINORMOUS portions that restaurants seem to serve these days, or if we are just happier, sharing? Whatever the reason, we both seem happier with our choice.
Please don’t misunderstand. When we drive up to a coffee stand and order one 16 ounce, iced latte with Almond milk, we are NOT sharing.
Mr. Right drinks “Joe, just plain Joe, not a fancy girl drink”.
Coffee, you just can’t share. I can’t. I won’t.
In this together, friends.