"I can't talk to you in your office," Sales Guy says to Cross Fit Guy. "Can't you hear that high-pitched squeal from the duct work? It drives me bananas when I'm in here."
Cross Fit Guy replies, "I don't hear it. Miss Daisy, do you hear it?"
Miss Daisy walks next door from her office, cocks her head to thrust an ear toward the ceiling and listens for a second.
"Wait!" Sales Guy interrupts, laughing. "Why am I asking the two people with the oldest ears in the building if they can hear something?"
"Really?" Miss Daisy interjects indignantly, laughing right back. "For your information, I CAN hear that. And these ears are not two of the four oldest in this building."
(Miss Daisy is, in fact, the third oldest person in the building, making her ears fifth and sixth oldest, respectively.)
Sales Guy, wanting to back down from the teasing about age, says "OK, so y'all old people can't hear very well. But let's be honest. If this was a fitness contest instead of a hearing contest, you'd be in good shape. Name the three most fit people in the office."
He continues, "Cross Fit Guy, you're clearly Number 1 and Miss Daisy might be Number 2. Good showing for the old people."
Now, Miss Daisy knows she's not Number 2. This is an office of young men, rugby players, hockey fanatics. She also knows all sales guys, like Sales Guy, are always "selling." He's blowing smoke up her skirt because he's a nice guy.
But Miss Daisy still smiles. There was a time when no one could have put her on such a list at all.
Maybe it's true that some things really do get better with age.
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| Cheers! (And remember, there are anti-oxidants in red!) |
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