Feeling Young Again!
Today was an interesting day. I started the day in the emergency room in Livingston, NJ. More specifically, the Saint Barnabas Medical Center. As much as I did not want to be there, I have to admit the people of Saint Barnabas were top notch. I have had a few ER experiences in my life and this one was the best by far.. the people were attentive, quick (for an ER), and very friendly – top to bottom.
The reason for this early morning visit to the ER was my foot/ankle. It has been bothering me for over a week but the last few days has become increasingly painful. Painful enough to wake me up in the night and hurt if I was just sitting still. So, rather than continue my travels to Boston and then home later in the week before having it checked out, I opted to have it looked at in NJ. Now you know why I had the previously described ER experience. The end game here is nothing broken but the multiple ligament/tendor tears or strains. I must follow up with an orthopedic surgeon at home. Good think I have one.. what with my recent shoulder surgery and all.
So, I have spent the day trying to navigate on crutches while pushing luggage and briefcase. I find myself more annoyed at airports than ever today but I always say that there is something good (or at least interesting) in every experience. Today that experience happened in the Newark Airport and it is the reason for the title of this post. I arrived at the airport early today and had almost 2 hours to burn (kill sounds so violent) before my flight. Me and my erstwhile fellow traveler (errrr… Diane Spinelli) , entered into an establishment for an adult libation or two. As I ordered my drink being the decisive, quick minded person I am.. my companion (errrr… Diane) took her time in deciding and ordered her drink when the waitress returned with mine …. and what ensued could only be described as complete folly!
The waitress asked us (first Diane) for ID before serving the drinks. I was going to chalk this up to an overzealous establishment policy but Diane was insistent it was because of her youthful demeanor and energy. She was bubbling like the mythical fountain of youth (sorry Ponce). I decided that to argue the point was dangerous (despite the sign behind the bar stating “We CARD everyone”) and it was easier to support her interpretation (and somewhat skewed view of the world). It is all good.
Who am I to think she was wrong! I believe the universe provides us what we need, when we really need it and with all my trauma and drama of the day, it was a great respite. So, Diane – I thank you!
Stay Young!