Sounds Like A Monday!

Mondays are not always the easiest day, so I thought a funny story would be an appropriate way to start the work week. I hope this makes your day seem just a little bit brighter. By the way, don’t forget to laugh!

“$5.37!” is what the kid behind the counter at McDonald’s told me. 

I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Lifesaver. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the worst thing anyone has ever said to me. 

“It’s OK. I’ll just give you the senior citizen discount.” 

I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. 

“Only $4.68” he said cheerfully. 

I stood there stupefied. I am fifty-six, not even sixty yet! A mere child! Senior citizen? I took my food and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo. Was he blind? 

As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil. Old? Me? I’ll show him, I thought. 

I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was, waiting with a smile. Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now? A toddler? 

“Dude! Can’t get too far without your car keys, eh?” 

I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind, “Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!”  

I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn’t turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried another. Still nothing. That’s when I noticed the purple beads hanging from the rear-view mirror. Then, a few other objects came into focus on the seat in the back. Happy Meal toys were spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten doughnut rested on the dashboard. Faster than you can say, “Ginkgo biloba,” I flew out of that alien vehicle. 

Moments later, I was speeding out of the parking lot relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life. That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my coffee, only it was nowhere to be found. 

I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time. There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, “What is the world coming to?” All I could say was, “Did I leave my food and drink in here?” At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle and then go straight home and apply for Social Assistance benefits. Elmo had no clue. 

I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, “I think you left this in my truck by mistake.” I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized. She offered these kind words: “It’s OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time.” 

All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing eighty-five in a forty. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Prius. And “no” I told the officer, “I’m not too old to be driving this fast.” 

As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey. The good news was I had successfully found my way home.

“Growing Old Has Been A Surprise” by Billy Graham

Billy Graham, in his book “Nearing Home: Life, Faith, and Finishing Well” (pp. 1-2, Thomas Nelson), he writes:

Growing old has been the greatest surprise of my life. The young live for the here and now. Thinking ahead seems to be in the form of dreams that promise fairy-tale endings. Though I am nearing ninety-three, it doesn’t seem so long ago that I was one of those dreamers, filled with great expectation, planning a life that Continue reading