Mrs. C is a bit younger than I am. Young enough so that years ago our relationship might be a bit creepy, but not so young that at our ages today it is weird.
She does sometimes make fun of me for things I say.
I once mentioned that her age “puts a little giddy-up in my step.”
She just shook her head and said, “Please do not ever say that in public.”
Just the other day on the phone she asked from work if it had rained much at home. I responded,
“It came down pretty good for a while, but it was not a gully washer.”
“GULLY WASHER, How old are you?”
“Why, what is wrong with ‘gully washer’ it is a common term.”
“Do you even know what a gully is? Where is the nearest gully from our house?”
“I don’t know, it’s like a thing that turns into a stream during a heavy rain.”
“We don’t have gullies around here. Only old people say that.”
“Look, I don’t say anything when you tell me not to ‘chew my cabbage twice’, I stay silent when you mention ‘Carter having pills’, I look the other way when you call someone ‘wishy-washy’, or talk about putting on your ‘Sunday Best’, but I’m drawing the line on ‘Gully Washer!’”
“Well I don’t like all the new way to talk I hear these days, like kids won’t say ‘Don’t talk about me’ anymore, they say ‘I don’t want to hear my name out of your mouth,’ just how dumb is that?”
“It’s not dumb at all, as a matter of fact, I don’t want to ever hear ‘Gully Washer’ out of your mouth!”
“I get it, you don’t have to tell me twice, stop flapping your gums!”
“You are such a jerk!”
Growing old is not for sissies.