May I borrow your brain? No, we’re not talking lobotomy here.
I just need some advice. I’m out of step. I need a field guide to cope with today’s world. Like what’s with all this woke stuff?
Why do they want to change all our pronouns? You are who you are and that’s it! I’m too old to start learning new pronouns. Give me a break!
And what the heck is wrong with people nowadays? What happened to common sense and courtesy? Some folks haven’t heard of the nine-to-nine rule, I guess. You know, never make a phone call before 9 am or after 9 pm.
The other day, my phone rang at 5:30 in the morning! Fearing the worst, I jumped out of bed to answer. A cheery voice said, “ Hello, this is Archie. How are you today?”
My sleepy brain struggled with that question for a minute, then gave up. I tried to remember if I even knew an Archie. “Archie who?” I asked.
“Archie from the health company. You have Social Security, don’t you? Has your new Social Security card arrived yet?”
“What?” I was stunned! It was 5:30 am! “Would you please go get your card?”
“No!” My foggy brain began to clear, and annoyance set in. “Archie, where are you? What time is it there? It’s barely light here.
“Did your mother teach you to get up in the middle of the night and start calling people at the break of dawn?”
Silence…
“Archie, you woke me up! What in blazes is wrong with you? Besides, my card is none of your business!”
Ring tone in my ear. That man had the audacity to hang up on me! I slammed the phone down.
My bedroom door flew open, and my visiting granddaughter entered. “Nana, are you okay? Why are you shouting?”
“A nincompoop salesman just woke me up!” “Nana, it’s spam,” she said quietly.
I squinted. “Spam? Honey, do you really want a Spam sandwich at this hour of the morning?”
See! It’s your call…What do I do?
