In The Parking Lot, Again. . .

Recently, my noisemaker was to his monthly doctors' appointment.  I do travel with him but smucksville I hate going into the actual building.  A room filled with germs.  I had to this time because I had to pee.  I went in and out as fast as my feet would travel.  

I walked around the parking lot singing Paradise (John Prine) waiting for my noisemaker.  I knew it was going to be a time of long because the waiting room was filled with sick, ailing people.

I stopped and lit up a cigarette, smoked along - singing along and then I heard a voice say...your song is nice.  I looked around and found an elderly lady swinging her legs and sitting in a parked vehicle.  I walked on over, cautious - because I am smoking a cigarette.  Hi - I said and saw, she too was inhaling the undesirable.

She says to me, I can hear you singing.  I laughed and replied yes, I come out to the parking lot, sing, smoke my cigarette and wait for my husband.  Well, there, there, she replies - I too, am waiting for my husband, I smoke but I do not sing.  

Sure, I said - anyone can sing.  I kind of danced the Luke up a bit and got her to laughing (me too).  We spoke of getting old - she is 83 - her husband is 84.  I told her well hells bells I will never live that long but don't you think a person that lives that long should receive commendations/award/medals.  Oh my. . she replied with a great spiel from her take on the government of the day, the politicians of the day, and ended with why in the hell are we in the parking lot talking of this.

We laughed.  I told her times change and you really should learn how to sing. Tsk, Tsk...you know how to sing already - just sing!  We laughed again.  It was heart warming to me to see her smile and giggle.

We finished up our cigarettes, she lit another.  I saw my noisemaker coming out.  He walks over and the lady says to him - oh my, I heard you when you got out of your truck - yes, there is a big puddle of water on your side - you best get inside the passengers' side....then you don't have to curse.  We all laughed.

Another day in Paradise and the parking lot. . .