The Oldies Saga Continues

This morning I met my oldies for Saturday breakfast as usual. Their exciting news for this week was that - they lost both of their credit cards.

They had them cancelled but the new ones won't arrive for a week or so. So they've been eating in restaurants as usual and then promising to pay when the cards show up. So far so good.

Mr. Oldie fell a couple of days ago in a restaurant (not unusual.) He cut his arm but drove himself to his doctor's office to get bandaged up. The doctor's wife did the bandaging. No charge!

I have accused him on occasion of having these little accidents on purpose because he loves the drama. In fact, I've called him the "Fall Down King" but he just laughs.

I offered to call their son but Mr. Oldie said no way!

I offered to go home with them to find their check book so they could write themselves a check to hold them over. No dice.

When I escorted Mrs. Oldie across the street to have her hair done I offered to pay but the hairdresser turned me down. Said he'd wait. This was smart on his part because I don't give 100 percent tips.

Back in the restaurant my son and granddaughter arrived as planned and, when my son heard the story, he offered Mr. Oldie $100 cash to tide him over. (He's never offered me $100 cash! Who carried $100 cash on Saturday morning?) Anyway, Mr. Oldie said "Thanks but no thanks."

So we went on our way - leaving the Oldies to their own devices.

An hour later, as I was walking back to my car I saw (guess who?) my Oldies sitting outside at Starbucks. They'd gone home, found the check book and had come back to the bank to cash a check and solve their money problems only to discover the bank was closed.

So I left them sitting in the sun happily drinking their cappuccinos.

P.S. I'll take them to lunch tomorrow but you know that our wait person is gonna be so disappointed with the tip.


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