A Milestone (or a Bump?) on the Road of Life

Wellll, I will turn 62 in May, so it’s time to sign up for Social Security.  So, Hubby and I took a leisurely little drive yesterday to a town close-by where there is a Social Security office that generally isn’t as busy as the one’s in the bigger towns. 

After retirement, you develop a real aversion to “busy.”  That’s why you tend to go to public places during the day, so you don’t get involved in all the “busy-ness” that involves working people, in their off hours.

Good thing for the guy in a pick-up truck who cut us off in traffic and almost caused an accident, that Hubby is retired.  If he had still been a cop, that guy’s butt would have been arrested sooo fast he wouldn’t have known what hit him.  (When he saw he had made Hubby mad, he gave him the “one finger salute,” which Hubby felt “obligated” to return!  Nice Christian “witness,” Hubby!)    

But, other than that, it was a pleasant little drive.

When we walked into the Social Security office, there was an elderly (that means at least 15 years older than us) gentleman standing at the counter, and just one other couple sitting in the waiting area.  The prospects of a short visit looked good!

But, looks can be deceiving.  How many times have you picked a line at the grocery or toll booth, only to find out that its “look” of being the quickest was deceptive and you would have been much better off in ANY line but that one.

Well, in this case, there was no choice — only one line.  (You took a number and then sat down to wait.  So, no real line-standing, per se.)  And at the head of the “line” was a little old gentleman who probably had nothing better to do than talk to the nice lady behind the counter.  This might take a little longer than we first thought. 

The man was talking to the clerk about his monthly checks.  He had apparently been owed some “back pay” so he had received two checks in January. It’s nice to get a little windfall, unless you’re old, have a certain way of doing things. are easily confused by change, and apparently have no relatives to help you figure out what you should do.   He wasn’t sure what to enter into his checkbook.  I knew it was going to take a little while, when he got out his checkbook and handed it to the clerk.  She really impressed me (she has probably had alot of experience with confused old people) that she was so patient with him.  I never once heard her interrupt him or talk down to him.  She just, patiently, kept telling him why he received two checks in January, and kept explaining that he needed to make an additional deposit in his checkbook.  Finally, after he handed it to her,  she checked to see if he had made the additional deposit.  When she was convinced that he hadn’t, she just wrote the deposit into his checkbook for him!  I liked her even before I had any dealings with her myself. 

When the gentleman was finished, and happy, he had to walk out right past the other couple and us.  So, on his way out, he stopped to chat and chat and chat with the other couple, and Hubby gave me a look that strongly suggested, “Don’t make eye contact!”  He knew from experience, because I’m a question asker, that if I had started talking to him, we could have all missed lunch!  But this old guy didn’t even need me to ask questions.  By the time he left, we all knew his whole life story.  And, he was probably the happier for having had an opportunity to tell it!

While we were waiting, I noticed that there was a small desk over to one side where a man in a police uniform was sitting reading a book.  My first thought was, “He is probably the one who gives the driving tests.”  I thought that because I am on my way to being a “confused, old person.”  But, since I’m not quite there yet, I then thought, “Oh, wait a minute, that would be in the license bureau — this is the Social Security office.”  So, I asked Hubby why he thought there was a need for the police officer.  He said — security —  that there are probably some very angry people who come to the Social Security office, and that the police officer might be there to “keep order” at those times.  Immediately, because that’s how my mind works, I had a picture of a “gang” of little old people attacking the Social Security office, swinging their canes and walkers — and shouting things like, “Fiddle-de-de and “oh, fudge!”

So, now I’m signed up for Social Security.  Kind of hard to believe.  It seems like yesterday when I was 21.  Where did those 40 years go?  It’s been a great ride, but my “parts” are all out of warranty now, and beginning to really show “wear.”  I look forward to getting the new improved model in the next life!

That reminds me, I once discussed Heaven with my sister who died a few years ago.  We decided we would play tennis (a game we both thought we would enjoy, but never tried) with each other when we got to Heaven.  So, since she got there first, I picture her practicing like crazy, so that she can be ready when I get there!  I love that thought.  Sis had a strained relationship with Mama most of her adult life.  So, I also love the picture that now that they are both in Heaven, they each see the other as they really are, and can truly love each other.  That picture brings happy tears to my eyes.

May we all savor whatever time in life we are experiencing right now.  It’s a short trip — enjoy the ride. 

7 Responses to A Milestone (or a Bump?) on the Road of Life

  1. Linda says:

    Since I’m older than you and already on Social Security, I recognized the description of the Social Security office and the security guard … except that you didn’t mention that he was eating peanuts. Whenever we’ve been there, he’s been sitting at his desk, chowing down on peanuts, and looking bored to distraction.

    As for those parts wearing out, my hubby and I can both relate to that, too. I look at it as God’s way of prying our fingers loose from our tight hold on this life.

  2. Chrissy says:

    I really enjoyed reading this. You have such a great way of writing, I can actually picture the story unfolding and although I haven’t met hubby, I think I have a good picture of him!

  3. Chrissy says:

    Waying at passer’s by that cut him off!! Heheheh! I had to add that, it is just a “guy thing”!

  4. Sandra says:

    Thank you for being a faithful reader, and commenter, Chrissy. You are a great encouragement to me.

    Yes, I think the “salute” is a guy thing, although I HAVE known women who did it too!

    Happy Easter — and good luck with your family holiday meal.

  5. Danielle. says:

    Having worked 16 years in palliative care…I now live by the motto…That you wrote on your last line….

    So So So true….

  6. Sandra says:

    I really try to live it too, Danielle. Especially in regard to relationships.

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