I guess I knew I would be one day be one of those people but didn't imagine that it would be this year.
But there I was, Thursday afternoon, walking into a Denny's restaurant for dinner. By myself. With a newspaper under my arm. At 4:00 in the afternoon.
You thought it was just a comic's punch line right - that old people eat dinner at Denny's at 4 p.m.? Nope, it's true. And I am now one of them.
I am not often the youngest customer in a restaurant but that day I was by at least 25 years. There were only two tables in play when I arrived. It looked like a couple in their 80s at one table and two men and two women, all of whom must have been in their 90s at another.
Only catching fragments of the bigger table's conversation I did hear the words, "stroke," "nursing home," and "50 years ago." All four of them were still wearing their coats and hats too although they were well into their meals. Either they were cold inside the Denny's or they forgot they had them on when they came in.
I have to admit it was a pretty sweet time. That Denny's is usually pretty packed and I enjoyed the relative quiet while I leisurely enjoyed my Seattle Times. The grilled chicken was good, the coffee endless, and the in-house music system provided an enjoyable soundtrack of 1970 soft rock hits. "Philadelphia Freedom" and "Could It Be I'm Falling In Love" seemed right on but I questioned Grand Funk Railroad's "We're An American Band" as dinner music.
Usually I have someplace to dash off to after dinner but that day when the bill came it was still not even 5:00 so I languished a little and decided to splurge for a Coke float too. Good times. We old people know how to live. Now stay off of my lawn!