The funeral service is more than half an hour late. It still hasn’t started. I have been sitting in this pew for an hour because I got here early.
Unfortunately, I have eaten something that doesn’t like me and my guts hurt so much I can barely sit still from the pain.
The man next to me is from my old Multilevel/Networking life. I have known him for more than 25 years. He sniffs up the drip from his nose, leans toward me and says, “I am now 83 years old.”
I tell him that is amazing and that I will never catch up to him.
He takes a moment, looks me over, then says, “Ummmm. Give it a few more days.”
No one should be told this at a funeral! (more…)