Have you ever seen the couple my title refers to? They're a sweet, white-haired duo; she has her hair set in rollers once a week at the beauty parlor and he walks just a bit bent over, always opening the door for her. He gently touches her elbow as he walks beside her, leading her as if they were dancing up to the counter.
She has a scarf in her purse and he is wearing something plaid.
They order. He takes longer than you want to wait to pull out his wallet and finger through all of the bills inside. (They're all in order, smallest denomination to largest, all facing the same way to make this process easier.)
The McDonald's server puts one burger, one fry and one drink on the tray. He carefully picks it up with both hands and they walk, slowly, to a booth.
Then she unwraps the burger and splits it in two, placing half on an unfolded napkin in front of him and the other on front of the napkin in front of her. He shakes a few fries out on the tray and removes the plastic lid from the Sprite so they can each drink from the cup when the urge strikes.
They've spent $4.24 and everyone is happy.
Jim and I split a turkey sub combo at Jimmy John's today, just like that sweet couple. But we didn't do it because our Social Security budget or senior citizen appetites couldn't swing two meals.
We split the "healthy" part of lunch so we could go next door to Cherry Berry for dessert.
But someday I hope to be so lucky to share my lunch with Jim, wearing plaid, at McDonald's, both of us smelling like BenGay and Polident.
Happy Anniversary to my dear, sweet, patient, kind husband. I am lucky to be able to grow old with you.
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