Old People: Can’t Live With ‘Em, Can’t Remember Shit

Over the course of time while working at one place, you get accustomed to seeing some of the same faces over and over again. These regulars are sometimes welcome sights and sometimes not so much. Admittedly, I am not the best at remembering people who sit in my station more than once. It’s not that I don’t have the ability to recall that Suzie Side Of Mayo sat in my station two weeks ago, it’s more that I just don’t give a shit. Eventually though I will recognize if someone’s a regular. On the other hand, I certainly don’t expect customers to remember me. Most of the time.

A few weeks ago I had a couple come in that I knew from another job. The man and his wife are really old and somewhat famous. He’s a songwriter who wrote some really big hits for Frank Sinatra and wrote a couple of Broadway shows. I met them about five years ago when I was doing a revival of one of his shows and got to know him then. He was at rehearsal with me everyday for three weeks and then watched every performance for two weeks after we opened. When I saw them come in, I went up to say hello. Seeing that he’s 91 years old, I didn’t expect him or his wife to remember me. His wife must be about his age but she doesn’t look a day over 106. Her face is pulled so tight that she makes Joan Rivers look like a fresh clean daisy. Seriously, her lips are practically above her eyebrows now. I reintroduced myself and saw the flicker of recognition come into their eyes as they placed me from their past. It was sorta like a light bulb went off and they should know what that looks like because I’m pretty sure they were close personal friends of Thomas Edison. They were very happy to see me and raved about how great I was in the play. They went on to say that I stole the show and that I should have been the lead because I sing like an angel. (They may or may not have said that last little bit, but they did remember me.)

A few days ago, they were back in the club and again sitting in my station. Seeing that it had only been two weeks since I last saw them I greeted them warmly and told them it was nice to see them again. I saw a tumble weed blow through his head as a cricket chirped in hers. They had no idea who I was. Again. Granted the man is older than rocks and she’s had so many face lifts that her brain may now be in her shoulder blades, but I figured they would at least think I was familiar. Nope. I got their hot teas and moved on. At the end of the night after they had paid, the husband asked me where his credit card was. I told him I had given it back to him at the table but he assured me he did not have it. I found his wife in the lobby and asked her if she had it and she freaked out. “Oh my God, I don’t have it. Did I lose it? Oh my God, he’s gonna kill me. Oh my God, we have to find it.” I half looked in the trash can and around the table knowing it wasn’t going to be there. By this time, the Mrs. had a flashlight at the table and was fearing for life. I think she still lives in the 50’s where the man rules the roost and he was kind enough to let her touch the credit card and now that she lost it her privileges would be revoked and she would be back to a $10 a week allowance. I quit looking because, I had already been paid and tipped.

Five minutes later, the husband burps out that he found it in his pocket. Old people. Their minds are as mushy as the Ovaltine they eat for breakfast. Gotta love ’em.

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7 thoughts on “Old People: Can’t Live With ‘Em, Can’t Remember Shit

  1. Cynthia

    This reminds me of my dad's final days of restaurant trotting – we realized he was entering into dementia when his favorite waitress gave me a call one day to let me know that he was handing her his wallet and telling her to take out whatever amount she needed to to cover his bill. Thank goodness for that sweet waitress and her concern for Dad. I relieved him of his car keys the next day, but driving him to his favorite restaurant became a special time in a gloomy situation.

  2. FrothygirlzCJ

    Great post! Sent it to my dear 'ol dad who just got his AARP card. He recently took my grandma to an all-you-can-eat trough, and they both qualified for the discount. As a mom, that's gotta be weird.


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