I have always loved older people. They seem easy to talk to, for the most part, and they have interesting stories to tell. Just take a little time to listen.
Yesterday, Hubby and I decided to look for another adventure on the buses of Ottawa. Yes, we are older. I am 67 and Hubby will be 67 on the 20th. We are not old, just older, so we qualify for theFree Senior’s Dayon Ottawa’s buses. We took off shortly after noon on the #114, heading northeast.
We stopped for lunch at Perkin’s, and I really enjoyed my meal. However, seated behind us, were a middle-aged man and an older woman. They were having an intense conversation which we couldn’t help overhearing, for the entire thirty minutes we were there. She had a pen and paper and he was asking her questions. We quickly found out that she had been studying for her written driver’s test, and he was quizzing her on the content. Let me tell you, it was painful! That poor woman. That poor man. And poor whoever happens to be anywhere within 500 km of her if she ever manages to pass that test. But I don’t see how she could. I mean, he was asking her what a red light meant. Does it mean to go or to stop? Well, she had to think about that one. Does this sign mean “yield” or “slow-moving vehicle”? Ummm.
I can tell you, I don’t think she would recognize a car if she saw one, let alone know how to start or operate one! I whispered to Hubby, “We’d better eat fast and get out of here before she gets into her vehicle, in case she is still driving.” I know that she did not answer even one question correctly. Hey, she didn’t even answer most of them. She hemmed and she hawed and she sounded sweet and indecisive and he was losing patience and …. Well, you get the point. I don’t think she was operating on all cylinders and instead should have been studying for some kind of medical/mental test. She should never drive a car.
I told Hubby someone should just put a phone call in to the drivers’ bureau and tell them to throw away her licence, after tearing it into a thousand pieces. We got out of there and breathed a sigh of relief. I know not all older people are like that and I also know that I am going to continue my efforts to stave off dementia, before it’s too late.
We then did some banking at a local mall, and walked across the street to Dollarama, to check out the bargains. Nothing tempted us, so we walked back towards the mall. While waiting to cross the street, a #5 bus came along and Hubby asked if I wanted to hop on. We would end up at Billing’s Bridge, and he figured it would take us about 45 minutes, which is a long time on a city bus especially when the roads are full of pot-holes.
Everyone always says that there are only two seasons in Ottawa, Winter and Construction Season. So many roads are under construction and I’m sure we were on all of them. It took us one 1 hr 25 min to get to Billing’s Bridge and we still had to transfer to the #98 to get home.
And then a funny thing happened. We got on the bus and told the driver we were seniors and she let us on. When we were seated, she shouted back, “To the seniors who just got on the bus, next time you have to show proof that you are seniors.” Every eye on the bus was on us as I shouted back that we would. Then she shouted, “Because you two don’t look like seniors to me.”
Ahh. I guess we’re not older people yet.
Thanks for reading and have a good day! – Maureen