I enjoy shooting the breeze with Maureen who has worked at our dry cleaners as long as I can remember. She remembers our address and that Peter doesn’t like starch in his shirts. Clothes with stains that didn’t come out get sent back, and she never forgets our senior discount.
But yesterday when I took in armfuls of winter clothes, we chatted a bit more than usual while she wrote up a very long ticket. I mentioned that one of these days I would quit my job and never have to look at some of those clothes again. “Not you”, she said. “You aren’t ready to quit,”
I replied, “Well, I am seventy-five.”
Like I said, I enjoy shooting the breeze with Maureen.