An Exchange

Because the Goddard Library has pretty much become my new forwarding address, I have started something of a small social life within its bizarre, concrete walls. Yesterday I overheard the following adorable conversation between a small, old, slightly grumpy librarian and a portly older gentleman (probably a member of the Worcester community) who clearly adores her:

Old Man: (in raspy, wheezy voice) "Well...Doris Metzger..."
Doris: (without looking up from her book) "Yup. Last time I checked."
Old Man: "*sigh* As I live and breathe..."
Doris: "Well, its better than the alternative."

I hope I'm that fiesty when I'm 60+. Yeah Doris!


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