Sunday, June 8, 2014
My Gimpy Wife
On Sunday afternoon Katie and I ran a few errands and got a bite to eat at our favorite restaurant. We had just parked the car and were walking into a big box store when I noticed a mother and daughter walking briskly nearby.
“I think she might give you a challenge,” I said to Katie motioning to the woman.
“I think I can take her,” Katie said.
She picked up her cadence, leaving me behind, and discretely passed the woman while I sauntered in several yards behind. Katie walking quickly is nothing new. It’s who she is. Several months ago she was walking to the restroom in a Lowes Hardware store when a gentleman saw her and called out, “You know the speed limit is 5mph in here,” he said jokingly. That’s my Katie.
Fast forward to today at the restaurant. Katie had just told the host our seating would be for a party of two. Behind us entered a couple about our age along with an elderly woman using a walker. I assume she was the mother to one of them. The older woman entered, bent over, barely moving and looking very old. She caught up to her kids, paused long enough to hear the host mention that he would seat their party and then continued into the restaurant not realizing she had no idea where she was going. The guy looked at his wife then walked up to his mother to halt her. Katie noticed what was going on and told the host that we would wait and he could seat this party before he sat us. That was the last I saw of them and we enjoyed a wonderful late lunch. It wouldn’t be the last encounter Katie had with them.
On our way out Katie told me to wait as she needed to use the ladies room. I did and we left together a few minutes later. In the car she told me, “There were four stalls on the left and a handicapped one on the right. I went in one of the four but there was no toilet tissue so I went in the handicapped one. I like using that one anyway because the seat is higher. When I opened the door to leave I saw the older woman and her daughter standing by my door waiting for me to finish. I felt bad and so I left walking with a noticeable limp!”
I laughed. I could imagine my speedster wife seeing a woman thirty years her senior, waiting all hunkered over with her perturbed daughter knowing there were empty stalls on the other side that Katie could have chosen. Then thinking that Katie needed to justify her decision and did so, not by apologizing, but by putting on the façade that she too was a woman in need, and limped past them and out the door. She cracks me up.