That's a phrase no one wants to hear, ever. Not in your home, not at the mall, not in your car and not in a nursing home. Needless to say, one of the residents was threatening passers by with this mantra and she managed to get everyone worked up. This is the same woman that stopped me last week about putting together a hockey team. I wholeheartedly agreed with the idea and said I would start by looking for a coach. She thanked me for my enthusiasm and said we could get a team together in no time. When you live on an astral plane where time doesn't exist she was essentially correct. In no time at all a team would be formed, we would play some awesome geriatric hockey and then congratulate ourselves on the amazing feat.
So when she was making cop threats this week I was a little stunned. I didn't even mention hockey this time and tried not to make eye contact even though I returned an embroidered hankie to her. I said, "I found your handkerchief." And she responded, "Of course it's mine, it has my name on it. Anyone could tell you that." She glared at me the way the old glare at the young; a withering look saying without saying that I'm a pansy and I'm lazy and I didn't live through the depression and real wars and starvation and cold cold winters where people died if they walked outside which they had to do because they worked, unlike me.
She got her meds early last night so calling the cops got put on the back burner.
