Why I love being old

when the phone rings. The dogs are outside, not to be trusted those three, even with six foot fence around the perimeter. They take a lot of monitoring. The phone rings. “I got it!’ I yell to my husband.

“Hello?”

“Hello, may I speak with Beth?”

“This is Beth” I reply. I have an eagle eye on the dogs, aided by the big flashlight. The chops are almost done. I have little time.

“I’m calling from Quest, to see if we are offering you the best features we can. Can I take a moment of your time?”

I have little time. The chops are almost done.

“I’m just putting dinner on the table,” I said.

“Oh, I understand. When would be a better time to call you?”

“How about never?” I replied.

There was a long silence, followed by a pause.

“Well, we a Qwest want to thank you for your ti”

Click.

“Honey, dinner is on.”

I love being old.