It was an honor just to be nominated

OK, I'm still in Oscar mode after last night's ceremony. But that's not what this post is about.

Late Saturday afternoon I got an eleventh-hour invite. Abigail and Jerry from the card shop had an extra ticket for an amateur production of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Jerry's text included no mention of the ticket price but did promise me a ride, as neither Abigail nor I drive. I'd have to be ready at 6:15.

Unfortunately I didn't see the text until Sunday morning. When I got home from errands on Saturday I put the phone on the kitchen counter to charge and didn't check it. These kids only text but never call. If he had called, I would have heard the ring and picked up. Oh, well. I'm not at all sure I would have wanted to go. 

But that's not the point. Abigail and Jerry asked me! That strikes me as extraordinary. I am 67 years old. Abigail is not yet 21. When I was 20, I can't recall a single 60-something I wanted to socialize with. 

So I am happy.

I've often wondered how my coworkers perceive me. After all, I'm the Ringo of the shop. Ringo was the oldest of the Beatles and the last to join the band. I've never worked retail before, am still often confused at the register, and old enough to be the mother of our next oldest team member (our new boss Katie is in her mid-30s).

Now I know the one I now work with most often, Abigail, is willing to hang with me. The invitation, not the play, is what's important here. I'm just pleased to be asked.

 

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