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Life moves at a slower pace here in Florida. A senior citizen pace. I had forgotten this when I arrived at the Fort Lauderdale airport, and almost knocked over four old people as I whooshed past them.
You can't whoosh past the old people. They get flustered by that, they tell people, "She came out of nowhere" as they try to steady themselves. That's right - just walking by someone can make them start to lose their balance.
I find myself strolling calmly through my parent's apartment, having adjusted to the Florida pace. Even though I'm enjoying the luxury of being on vacation, of not needing to rush around, I still find myself stifling the urge to scream, "COME ONNNNN!" to my sweet grandfather as he maneuvers his body out of a car. Yes. I know. I'm terrible. And I should know better. I had to re-learn how to walk when I was 18. I shredded my nails as I held onto walls while I limped along.
Patience is not my forte.
You can't whoosh past the old people. They get flustered by that, they tell people, "She came out of nowhere" as they try to steady themselves. That's right - just walking by someone can make them start to lose their balance.
I find myself strolling calmly through my parent's apartment, having adjusted to the Florida pace. Even though I'm enjoying the luxury of being on vacation, of not needing to rush around, I still find myself stifling the urge to scream, "COME ONNNNN!" to my sweet grandfather as he maneuvers his body out of a car. Yes. I know. I'm terrible. And I should know better. I had to re-learn how to walk when I was 18. I shredded my nails as I held onto walls while I limped along.
Patience is not my forte.
Labels: Florida
posted by Green at 12/22/2006 10:36:00 AM
2 Comments:
Ah, yes, there's nothing like old people or children to test your patience.
You aren't by any chance near a certain gated community, are you? Not that I have much interest in where it actually is (ok, I'm a little curious), but it'd be really cool if you got to meet our favorite subservient worker.
I feel like this when I'm in Iowa visiting "home." Such a slower pace than I'm used to.
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