Waiting at the eye doctor’s office for my appointment, a woman came in with a walker. She was probably in her 80s and talked very loudly, as she explained to the receptionist that she had recently had back surgery. Next she complained that her husband was waiting in the car. Her name was Ethel.
Not long after her arrival, my name was called. Ethel and I crossed paths again when we were both seated in the secondary waiting area as our eyes grew more and more dilated from the drops that had been administered.
Once Ethel had sat down a few minutes after me, a man equal to her age joined her, using a cane to keep him steady as he walked.
“Did you get too hot?,” Ethel asked. I could not hear his response, which was much quieter than her question.
“That’s us in about twenty years,” I whispered to my husband in the chair next to me.
“Whch of us has the cane and who has the walker?,” he wanted to know.
Before I could reply, I heard my name. As I got up, both my arthritic knees cracked, sounding like a tumbler of a safe looking for the right combination.
“Let’s make that ten years,” I amended, slowly curling myself upright.
Sometimes, even a legally blind person can see the future.
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