Doc1
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I'm 64, love my DW and am generally content... but I have a couple of friends (67 and 70 YO) who are single and kinda' turning into grouchy ol' pharts. One guy is an Air Force vet and the other is an old biker and commercial diver friend who worked with me decades ago. He and I both still ride and do the occasional day trip together (old Harleys, as if you have to ask).
So... I accidentally found our county's Senior Center online and decided to check it out. Besides the usual old phart activities, they offer a free daily lunch and specifically said that people fifty and older were welcome. The place is around thirty miles from me, so I'm not about to ride sixty miles (round trip) for a free lunch on a regular basis, but I'm thinking that maybe - just maybe - my buddies, who are much closer to the Senior Center, might meet a few ladies there. I mean, really, there are a lot of very attractive women in their fifties and even sixties, right?
So Doc1 decides to play matchmaker! LOL
Well, my biker bro flatly refused to go, but the Air Force vet was game. So, I called the Senior Center and was told that you didn't need to make reservations and could just arrive, fill out a "little" paperwork and eat. I asked what kind of paperwork and the lady on the phone said, "Oh, just your name and address and a few things like that."
So yesterday we arrived in the late morning and are immediately confronted by a large sign that said, "Absolutely no firearms or other weapons allowed."
Naturally I said to my bud, "I have my .357 in my pocket, do you have your 9mm on you?"
"Yeah, it's in my in-waistband holster," he replied.
What could I say other than, "Good! Phuck it. Let's go in," right?
The place was incredibly crowded and I swear I don't think I saw anyone younger than seventy-five or so in the dining room. So much for fifty and older... Well, I guess they did get the "older" part right. OK, I think; we're here so we might as well eat. We first had to go to the reception desk and there, things began to go (further) South.
The elderly lady there informed me that they were having chicken, but since we didn't call first they wouldn't have enough for us and they'd have to try to find something else for us to eat. I said that I'd called the previous week and had specifically asked if I had to call first and had been told no. This seemed to annoy the lady, who then said that we had to go to her office and fill out the paperwork.
Now, chirrens, I swear that I was trying extra hard to be friendly and polite, but later my buddy told me he didn't think I was being very friendly. This was apparently because of my near argument at the reception desk and my subsequent objection(s) to the questions on the paperwork. FWIW, they were friendly and polite objections.
Remember that I had been told the paperwork was "Oh, just your name and address and a few things like that"? That proved to be FOUR pages of questions and information, including how many different prescriptions I was taking, my income, My doctor's name and a lot of other personal and private information that had nothing to do with lunch! At one point, I did note - politely - that I found a lot of the questions to be intrusive and objectionable. The lady just ignored those concerns with a dismissive wave and said, "The government requires it." I still didn't answer anything I objected to.
At one point, she asked how I would be traveling to the Senior Center in the future. I replied, in complete honesty, "Probably in my truck or on my motorcycle."
That reply gave her a start and she looked at me wide-eyed and said, "No one has ever come here on a motorcycle!"
When she finished my paperwork (including three different pages I had to sign) she gestured to my Air Force buddy to take my seat and he just waved her off and said "I don't think so."
So we left and my bud offered to spring for lunch at Applebees. I declined his kind offer and suggested we just grab some quick takeout instead and check out the local pawn shops to see what guns they had in inventory.
He thought that was a great idea and that, my friends, is how we spent our Senior Center lunch hour!
Best
Doc
So... I accidentally found our county's Senior Center online and decided to check it out. Besides the usual old phart activities, they offer a free daily lunch and specifically said that people fifty and older were welcome. The place is around thirty miles from me, so I'm not about to ride sixty miles (round trip) for a free lunch on a regular basis, but I'm thinking that maybe - just maybe - my buddies, who are much closer to the Senior Center, might meet a few ladies there. I mean, really, there are a lot of very attractive women in their fifties and even sixties, right?
So Doc1 decides to play matchmaker! LOL
Well, my biker bro flatly refused to go, but the Air Force vet was game. So, I called the Senior Center and was told that you didn't need to make reservations and could just arrive, fill out a "little" paperwork and eat. I asked what kind of paperwork and the lady on the phone said, "Oh, just your name and address and a few things like that."
So yesterday we arrived in the late morning and are immediately confronted by a large sign that said, "Absolutely no firearms or other weapons allowed."
Naturally I said to my bud, "I have my .357 in my pocket, do you have your 9mm on you?"
"Yeah, it's in my in-waistband holster," he replied.
What could I say other than, "Good! Phuck it. Let's go in," right?
The place was incredibly crowded and I swear I don't think I saw anyone younger than seventy-five or so in the dining room. So much for fifty and older... Well, I guess they did get the "older" part right. OK, I think; we're here so we might as well eat. We first had to go to the reception desk and there, things began to go (further) South.
The elderly lady there informed me that they were having chicken, but since we didn't call first they wouldn't have enough for us and they'd have to try to find something else for us to eat. I said that I'd called the previous week and had specifically asked if I had to call first and had been told no. This seemed to annoy the lady, who then said that we had to go to her office and fill out the paperwork.
Now, chirrens, I swear that I was trying extra hard to be friendly and polite, but later my buddy told me he didn't think I was being very friendly. This was apparently because of my near argument at the reception desk and my subsequent objection(s) to the questions on the paperwork. FWIW, they were friendly and polite objections.
Remember that I had been told the paperwork was "Oh, just your name and address and a few things like that"? That proved to be FOUR pages of questions and information, including how many different prescriptions I was taking, my income, My doctor's name and a lot of other personal and private information that had nothing to do with lunch! At one point, I did note - politely - that I found a lot of the questions to be intrusive and objectionable. The lady just ignored those concerns with a dismissive wave and said, "The government requires it." I still didn't answer anything I objected to.
At one point, she asked how I would be traveling to the Senior Center in the future. I replied, in complete honesty, "Probably in my truck or on my motorcycle."
That reply gave her a start and she looked at me wide-eyed and said, "No one has ever come here on a motorcycle!"
When she finished my paperwork (including three different pages I had to sign) she gestured to my Air Force buddy to take my seat and he just waved her off and said "I don't think so."
So we left and my bud offered to spring for lunch at Applebees. I declined his kind offer and suggested we just grab some quick takeout instead and check out the local pawn shops to see what guns they had in inventory.
He thought that was a great idea and that, my friends, is how we spent our Senior Center lunch hour!
Best
Doc
