When Gail and I went to Best Buy last night to get the second of the two computer modems we ended up having to buy (we had to return the first one), she parked the car in a handi-crippable space, I hung up the placard, opened the car door, and started walking away. In the wrong direction. Towards the back of the car. Then I heard a voice.
“Bill? Where are you going?”
I turned around. It was Gail. She was on the sidewalk. The sidewalk that leads to the Best Buy front door.
Fact of the matter is, I had NO IDEA where I was heading! I was just walking. Seemed like the thing to do.
I smiled sheepishly and hobbled over to where she was.
She shook her head. “IT BEGINS!” she said, laughing.
“It began a long time ago,” I replied, also laughing.
“Yeah, but it’s beginning BAD now,” she replied.
Oh, Parkinson’s disease. Where will you lead me next?
Now… let this be a lesson to all you young, strapping studs or beautiful chickie babies who are thinking about settling down with someone for the rest of your life. Look at that person and ask yourself…
“Will she (he) be there for me when my mind starts to slip? Will she (he) take care of me?”
It’s an important consideration, young’uns. And, in my case, in the final analysis, after two mistakes, it seems I lucked out!