Today’s follies

—1) Old age
Returning from Weggers after the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA, I had to hit the so-called “Medicine Shoppe” to pick up tomorrow’s chemo for Killian.
A filthy maroon LeSabre pulls into the handicap-slot, which I avoided because I don’t have a handicap-tag.
THE RACE IS ON: who will get to the door first? But I have it all over the LeSabre driver; she’s bog-slow.
So I hold open the door after entering; had to hold it a long time, the lady was very slow — nearly hobbling.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you very much,” she said. “Old age, I guess.”
“I bet I’m older than you,” I commented. “64.”
“Yep, you win,” she said. “56.”

—2) Git-R-Dun
As far as I know the law says the right-most stopped car at a four-way stop is to go first.
I’m at a four-way stop in Canandaigua, and a large rusty metallic-beige Caprice station-wagon is at the intersection, stopped on my left.
Well okay, I know that law is usually avoided, but the Caprice is setting up to make a right-turn, unsignaled of course.
I start across the intersection, but the Caprice lunges in front of me, glowering intimidator giving me the finger.
WOOPS! Expect anything! I drove bus; and I know how it is.
Granny used to pull out of the mall in front of me: “Oh look, Dora. A bus! A bus! Pull out!” (Stopped nine tons of hurtling steel on a dime without throwing passengers outta the seats.)

“Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at. They have a store in Canandaigua.

“Killian” is our dog; a rescue Irish-Setter. He has lymphatic cancer, and is being treated for it with chemo.

A “glowering intimidator” refers to Dale Earnhardt, deceased, the so-called “intimidator” of NASCAR fame, who used to tailgate race-leaders and bump them at speed until they let him pass.

RE: “‘A bus! A bus! Pull out!’ (Stopped nine tons of hurtling steel.........)” —For 16&1/2 years I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service, the transit-bus operator in Rochester, N.Y. My stroke October 26, 1993 ended that.