Having working in the hospitality industry most of my life, I've encountered a number of interesting people. Recently, I encountered the strangest elderly couple who I've nicknamed The Curmudgeon and The Crazy. The Crazy was trying to get herself and her husband checked into the hotel, but she had major comprehension problems. Meanwhile, The Curmudgeon kept shouting insulting phrases at both her and the desk agent. "C'mon old woman." "Let's move it along." Ironically, when the desk agent was explaining how to get to their room, the husband shouted "You talk to fast. I hope you die fast too!"
These people came back to the front desk 3 times because they kept getting lost on their way to their room. Even after being walked all the way to the hallway of their room, The Curmudgeon and The Crazy couldn't find the room. They had to be escorted again all the way to the door of their room. It's a little scary to think that these people drove nearly 1000 miles on their own.
I try to embrace every stage of life with a sense of acceptance, but please, please, put me into a home when I am no longer able to comprehend everyday interactions. And for my own safety as well as everyone else's, don't let me drive!
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