A Story by Robert Deason
I was driving to my 35th college reunion and stopped for the night at a mid-range priced hotel that offers a free breakfast. Whenever I spend long hours behind the wheel, I try to stay at places like this . . . but It is not really for the breakfast. I have found that these hotels are almost always clean, comfortable, reasonably quiet, and most importantly, have a good shower.
Next morning when I went down for my free breakfast, I found that some folks from our parent’s generation (who were about to continue their bus tour) were just finishing up. The room was small, and it was elbow to elbow at the coffee maker. As I was waiting for my bagel to come out of the toaster, I struck up a conversation with Bernie. He was dressed in what we would all think of as stereotypical fashion, bright plaid shirt, brighter Bermuda shorts, black socks and wing tips. He also had on suspenders and a belt.
Remembering an old joke I said, “I see that you are a man who takes no chances.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, You’re wearing suspenders and a belt.”
A woman who was obviously his wife let out a sound that was a combination of a laugh, a whoop, and a yelp. This had clearly been a topic of conversation prior to their exit from their room. Thinking quickly, Bernie responded, “You know I’ve got to, or Maggie there will have my pants off me in no time.” Stifled laughter escaped into the room, somewhat like a fuse being lit. All ears were now trained in Maggie’s direction. She put her hands on her hips, smiled sweetly and said, “Well what do you expect you big stud.” The room exploded. Everyone from the desk clerk to the bus boy joined in. It was the best possible breakfast. Belly laughs all around, with a side of tears.
Laughter is always good, but it went beyond that. As our generation looks forward a few years, it is nice to know that humor, love, and passion are still ahead on the horizon. And how will we dress on our senior citizen tours? Cutoff jeans and sandals? I think I’ll wear suspenders and a belt . . . and hope that I have a partner like Maggie who makes them necessary.
photo by bravenewtraveler