One of the times I was in Wichita Falls last year, I tagged along with a group outing to see a play at Back Door Theatre. We went by private bus, which was pretty cool. It was kind of like a small school bus and a pretty noisy ride, but I really enjoyed it.
My seatmate was a hoot of a woman named Vickie, who was originally from California and had been in Texas only a few years. She and Cindy are friends, and I thought she was probably in her mid-60s, based on what Cindy had mentioned about her. She delivered Meals on Wheels twice a week, took water aerobics three times a week, was heavily involved in all sorts of community activities. Turns out she was in her 80s!! She was a ball of fire!
Anyway, Vickie and I were chatting up a storm (in slightly raised voices to be heard over the conversations around us and the road noise) and covering every topic under the sun when somehow up came the subject of those car “skins” that advertise the owner’s businesses. Vickie said she had been surprised to see a pickup the other day that was advertising, of all things, an escort service.
An escort service! We looked at one another in awe for just a moment, then began to discuss how weird that is, wondering how much business an escort service got from someone seeing a pickup with a skin, etc. We were laughing pretty hard, too, contemplating an escort service advertising on the side of a pickup.
In a pause in our conversation, the (older) lady in the seat in front of us, turned slightly in her seat to say, “An escort service escorts big vehicles on the highway. They are often used in the oilfields.”
Vickie and I stared at her and then at each other and said, “Ohhhhh.”
Vickie and I laughed harder than ever to think we’d missed such an obvious explanation. She at least had the excuse of having never been around oilfields. My only excuse is that I’ve been away from Texas for too long.
But seriously, how funny would it be to see a vehicle advertising that other kind of escort service?!
3 comments:
I have just read the most recent of your blog and I love it. When I get time I will read some more. I love the name "Laughing Older Ladies", knowing that most laughing older ladies usually pee! Thank goodness for reliable protection. Getting older is fun, scary, and somehow, in my situation, I feel bolder...a little more confident. I still have to shave my legs everyday(I thought the hairs would dry up and never come back at the age of 62. I found that nose hairs are sticking out, facial hair is a little more noticeable, and the wrinkles is just an embellishment for my face. Keep writing!
Thank you, Caroll! I feel more bold, too, but I do have to wonder if that's all confidence or partly just no longer caring what anyone thinks! Hahaha! Also, take heart -- I'm 61 now and I need to shave my legs only slightly more often than my mustache! (picture eyes rolling here)
I turned 62 in August. My hair growth is ridiculous and if I don't put my readers on and look closely my eyebrows try to turn into unibrow! I was always afraid to ask anything...now I ask everything. I asked my dentist if he would fix a friend's tooth for free since she had been through so much after losing her husband and he took her in after hours and fixed it for half the price and let her write a post dated check. Years ago I never would have had the guts to do that. However, I am finding that my energy level as I age is certainly not what it used to be and my life is so hectic. Every minute is crammed with something. There is no free time for doing anything creative. The most creative thing I do now is figure out what I can mix with bird seed to make it interesting. Maybe it is just a phase that will pass!!
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