Recently we were at a reunion on the grounds of the hospital where I had my bi-lateral knee replacement in November. Naturally, because orthopedic surgery is generally done on older people, most of the attendees were our age and older. Having never been to this yearly event before, we really didn’t know what to expect, but the invitation made it sound like it would be a fun evening, so we were a little disappointed when as soon as we had had dinner the organizers began that favorite past-time of many seniors, Bingo. So we decided to call it an evening. There were probably close to 1,000 people there (it was kind of impressive to realize how many knee, hip and back surgeries that huge throng of people represented), so it wasn’t like we would be missed.
We went outside the tent anticipating that there would be a shuttle bus to take us back to the far-away parking lot on the other side of the hospital’s campus, like the one that had brought us from there in the first place.
But as soon as we walked out, a little old guy on a golf cart zipped up in front of us and asked if we needed a lift. We had seen golf carts being used in the adjacent parking lots, so we explained that we needed to go wayyy to the other side of the campus, expecting that that would tell him that we should wait for a road-worthy bus.
But he said, “Naaa, you don’t need a bus, I can take you.” Okay, he seemed confident, so I got into the seat beside him and Hubby stood on the step on the back that was equipped with handrails. And off we went. Fast. I didn’t notice, but Hubby may have had bugs in his teeth because his head was above the roof of the cart. But it was definitely a quick trip, so he didn’t have to worry about that for too long … in fact he may have been so distracted by Old Guy’s driving that he didn’t even notice.
We drove all the way to the other side of the campus on the left side of the four lane paved road! And either Old Guy couldn’t see well enough to know that the light at the intersection in the middle of the campus was red, or he just didn’t think it applied to golf carts, because we breezed right through it without even slowing down. Probably much to the surprise of the driver of the car that was approaching on the road that had a green light! I don’t think I screamed, in fact, Hubby and I didn’t say anything. I guess we were in shock.
When we got to our car, Old Guy smiled, told us to enjoy the rest of our evening, and sped off into the evening, I’m sure looking for his next victims.
The food was good and we sat at a table of very nice people, but the ride back to our car was definitely the most memorable part of the evening!