I'm Not that Old

Grumbling, I get out of the car and slump over to the automatic doors that screeched while staggering open. I scoff at the lackey who was trying to force me into a wheel chair and just go straight to the security desk. I think to myself sarcastically, yeah ‘cause doped up geezers can out wheel anyone.

“Mr. Haymish here to be checked in.” I hear my son’s annoying voice call out. I see his eagerness to get rid of me once and for all. Looking around the certain things caught my eye. The carpets were ragged and used; there were stains on all the wood furniture and even the smell of the place made you think crack house. Gosh it was such a dump. Of course it would be this kind of place a place to dump your unwanted elders. They once used to respect elders I guess it just passed over my sons’ brainless generation.

“Ah here we are.” The security guy finally looks up from the electronic contraption. “Mr. Haymish, age-” I cut him off right there.

“I know how old I am,” I snap, but he doesn’t seem offended, too bad.

“A care taker will be with you in a moment.” Care taker, what an ugly term. I roll my eyes and my son and I walk away. He was slowly edging towards the door.

“Dad, I have to get going, my flight leaves in an hour.” He was still walking backwards while talking, acting as if nothing was going on. I may be old, but I am not blind yet. I was thinking to myself.

“So you’re just going to leave me here to rot? I guess raising you for 20 some years meant nothing.” He rolls his eyes, but leaves. What a great son, note my sarcasm, I wish someone could read my thoughts, they would find me hilarious.

“Mr. Haymish,” I turn around and see a golden haired beauty. “I’m Cindy; I’ll be here to help you day and night.” Her smile is sweet.

“Cindy, what a pretty name for a pretty young lady.” I wink at her and she blushes. Maybe it won’t be all that bad here. Let’s face it, I got game.