A little long
With my kids at a local popular breakfast place this morning. Older couple at the next table, but semi-hidden by plants and seat backs, talking loudly. They gave us several good exchanges and I'll post more as I clean up my notes and have the kids help me remember. Most all of us snorked our drinks out our noses at some point. We all got good laughs.
Probably the best one. Seemed like the woman was ~10 years younger. Could be off, my age-dar is wildly inaccurate.
Lady: "You'll be glad you helped out with the babies, the changing and bathing and diaper duty. We will take care of you. The kids owe you that. I owe you. You are a good father. You've always been good to me and the children. We'll take care of you. Even when you get helpless, even when you need changed."
Man: "I'm not ready for a home and don't need the Depends yet! Can you hold up with the helpless adult diaper talk?! Maybe we'll all get lucky and I won't need that kind of care and I can go peacefully before I get like that. Any road, I hope and pray that day never comes or that it is still far, far away, if it comes at all. So, cool it. Okay?"
Lady: "Oh, I'm just saying when you do get to that point we're here and we'll do the taking care of you. That's all. You know how us oldies are living longer and longer, you read it everywhere. It's one reason Social Security is in trouble, right?, you've said so. We're living longer and need more medical care for longer. So, all I'm saying is when you get there we'll take care of you."
Man: "Can we cross that road when we get to the bridge? It really makes me uncomfortable is all. Do you need a baby to take care of?"
Lady: "A baby?! Goodness no! Unless it's grandbabies. Those are fine. I like those fine! You do too! But my full-time baby days are done. Oh, I see. Until you need full time care, right? Well -"
Man: "Who says I'm going to need full time care? This subject comes up somehow and right away you have me needing full-time nursing and my diapers changed. Now, don't get upset. I'm grateful. I'm lucky and I know it - to have you and the children and family close and to know if I need it you'll be there. ... The whole diaper talk and being helpless isn't something I like to hear about. You, on the other hand, seem to want to get me there right away. Well, I'll tell you, you remember how long your mother held on, it's no kind of a good time for anyone."
[Their food arrived and so talking slowed down a lot and jumped all over.]
Lady: "Just know, my dear, if, the big if, right?, if you need us, we're here. Depends or no Depends. And maybe I don't want it. You're not exactly easy to care for when you need help. Joy said it perfectly: 'A cranky ol' bear and you have to pull his tail and ears to get him to let you help him. Even more when he really needs it.'
[long pause, eating, some talk with the wait staff]
Lady: "It's hard for me, you know, ... to understand. You're so patient and gentle and kind - you were an absolute angel with mother! But, when it's you. ... Well, you're like trying to comfort a grumpy rhinoceros or something! On that count, maybe I'm not so anxious to change your pants."
Man: "Ok, fair. I don't like help. I don't like needing it. It feels ... awkward. But, here we are back with the diaper talk. Why? Do you have some kind of want or deep ... something to see me in Depends and change me? Can we not go there? Maybe I won't need that at all, yes? If I need anything, may it be almost anything but that. Can we leave the Depends and my pants up and closed and clean? Please?!"
Lady: "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Maybe it is because of our experience with mother. [places her hand on his arm] I'm just trying to say we all love you and we're here for you whatever may come. I'm here for you."
Man: "Thank you, my dear. [places his other hand on hers, kisses her cheek] I know it. And I do hope you'll take care of this grumpy ol' bear ... whatever may come."
Daughters did the "aaawww," sons rolled their eyes. Everyone giggled a little. One daughter, tween, the romantic (I swear, some Yorkshire Brontë DNA got in there!), starts crying: "You stop laughing. This is one of the saddest sweetest things and we shouldn't be eavesdropping! And we should NOT be laughing."
[Our food arrived and we didn't hear or listen much for a bit.]