In article <Bqjng.268726$Cv1.151798@fe07.news.easynews.com>, Thuban
<thuban@thenewsguy.com> wrote:
> One day I had a date for lunch with friends. Mae, a little old "blue hair"
> about 80 years old, came along with them---All in all, a pleasant bunch.
> When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups,
> except for Mae who said, "Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate."
>
> I wasn't sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. "Along with
> heated apple pie," Mae added, completely unabashed. We tried to act quite
> nonchalant, as if people did this all the time. But when our orders were
> brought out, I didn't enjoy mine. I couldn't take my eyes off Mae as her pie
> a-la-mode went down. The other ladies showed dismay They ate their lunches
> silently and frowned.
>
> The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae. I lunched on
> white meat tuna. She ordered a parfait. I smiled. She asked if she amused
> me. I answered, "Yes, you do, but also you confuse me. How come you order
> rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible?
>
> She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, "I'm tasting all that's possible. I
> try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should. But life's so short,
> my friend, I hate missing out on something good. This year I realized how
> old I was. (She grinned) I haven't been this old before."
>
> "So, before I die, I've got to try those things that for years I had
> ignored. I haven't smelled all the flowers yet. There are too many books I
> haven't read. There's more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown
> overhead. There are many malls I haven't shopped. I've not laughed at all
> the jokes. I've missed a lot of Broadway hits and potato chips and cokes. I
> want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face. I want to sit
> in a country church once more and thank God for His grace. I want peanut
> butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want UN-timed long distance
> calls to the folks I love the most. I haven't cried at all the movies yet,
> or walked in the morning rain. I need to feel wind in my hair. I want to
> fall in love again. So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having
> dinner, then should I die before night fall, I'd say I died a winner,
> because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart's desire. I had that
> final chocolate mousse before
> my life expired."
>
> With that, I called the waitress over. "I've changed my mind," I said. "I
> want what she is having, only add some more whipped cream!"
>
>
Good post.
Did you notice that Mae's speech was a poem? Rhymed, too.
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