We went out early so that we could have brunch before the clinic appointment; Danielle, Gecko, and I. We went to a favorite cafe in Portland, around 10:30 AM. While waiting for our order to be taken, Danielle looked around at the cafe’s other patrons.
“Wow, there’s a lot of retirees here. This is the life. Just…come on down here, and read the paper and have breakfast.” She looked over my shoulder, gesturing with her chin. “They brought crosswords. That’s adorable.”
I could easily come to love that lifestyle. Wake up later in the morning, meander down to a delicious breakfast, and enjoy a slow morning with a book. Trouble is, when I don’t have to worry about work, I won’t be able to ‘meander’ anywhere. I’ll stop working because it is impossible for me to operate a computer in order to do my job. That means I can’t feed myself either.
“When I’m retired,” she said wistfully.
I pictured Danielle and myself at the tables, me in a power chair, shooting daggers at her with my eyes while she pointedly ignored me in favor of her book. She’s threatened to do terrible things while I’m helpless. Like dress me in pink. I was going to tell her my inappropriate joke, so I started, “I’ll be disabled.”
She cut me off matter-of-factly. “You’ll be DEAD.”
…and then we disturbed all of the retirees with our howls of laughter.