Snippets from Friday Night, part 1 December 10, 2006
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“Well, THAT was an experience,” the Older Woman said as she exited the stall in the subpar restroom facilities of the dive bar where I was Friday night.
For some crazy reason, a singer of Rat Pack-style music that we adore plays his yearly Christmas show at this hole-in-the-wall joint. The show attracts an odd mix of revelers – groups of people in their mid 20s, couples in their thirties and forties and gray-haired folks who like to relive their past days by dancing circles around us young whippersnappers.
“Yes, the restrooms leave something to be desired,” I said, as I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Well, I guess I can’t complain. I’m 65. Back in the day we went into the mens’ room in bars because the line was shorter.”
“I wouldn’t recommend that now. A lot of bars only have troughs,” I said, smiling.
“Really!”
“Yes.”
“May I ask how old you are?”
“Almost 27,” I said. I had moved from hair to lipstick.
“Honey, I have two children, 32 and 19. I’ve lived all of the stages of your lives.”
“It only gets better, right?”
“Oh yeah, honey, it only gets better,” she said, a grin spreading across her face. She didn’t look many days over 50. She was wearing plum denim slacks and a tan jacket and her hair showed no gray.
I straightened the straps of the camisole that peaked out from under my wrap-style top.
“That’s a very nice shirt,” she said. “It looks pretty on you.”
“Thank you,” I said as I continued my adjustments. “But the camisole doesn’t stay in place and then it dips down too low.”
“Well, honey, that’s because oh … you know …” she trailed off as she motioned to her chest.
“And as someone who never really had much in that department, I must say, they are nice,” she continued.
I was floored. I managed to stammer a “thank you” before heading out of the door.
I sat down at my table and turned to my friends.
“A 65-year-old woman in the bathroom just told me I have a nice rack,” I announced to my friends, who were equally floored that a stranger would compliment my breasts in the womens’ restroom.
“Did she use those exact words?” A friend’s husband asked.
“Not those words exactly. But close enough.” I said.
“On the bright side, at least if I got hit on by someone tonight.”
Hey, at least you got a compliment! Sometimes, you got to take it where you can get it
I found you on Neil’s blog… and LOVED your comments on his last post!
THat is too funny!
beats my Friday night- I didn’t get hit on by anyone!
- MM
I was complimented on my socks. I think you win.
I was waiting in line at Best Buy once and a mid-sixty year old woman told me I looked like Rodney Dodgerfield.
I thought about punching her in the face.
hahaha! well at least you got a compliment. i’ll take any compliment i can get.
Good for her, and good for you! I confess to a bit of rack envy myself.
I once came out of a bar and an old man came up to me — specifically singled me out and caught up with me — to say, “I bet you don’t have many friends.”
“I’m sorry?” I managed to stammer.
“You look brilliant. I bet you don’t have many friends.”
And with that, he turned his back and walked into the restroom. Here I am, years later, and I’m still not sure how to respond to that.