After walking the streets of New York City, my father and I went to an Italian restaurant for a relaxing lunch. Upon entering the restaurant, I couldn't help but notice an abundance of seniors dining. One particularly stout lady stood out in my mind. It looked like that gravity affected her more than others.
It wasn't enough that the room was packed with old folk, but it seemed that they were grouped in a herd, all dining on either Chicken Parmesan or Raviolis. The food was good but the waiters' lack of attention was annoying. I think it was because one of their older costumers might have caused a riot if they weren't served on demand. Maybe I'm just another naive youth. You know we all suffer from the same disease, naivete.
Just as they dined in a herd, they left in one. My father, the man I get my sense of humor from, leaned into my ear and whispered, "Its the old people on parade. They don't move very fast but they sure are colorful." I tried to choke back a laugh but failed. It was too true.
Soon after, we left the restaurant humming Pink Elephants On Parade (think dumbo). I very much enjoyed that lunch.
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AB
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