Today, I tried to steal a table and two chairs.
I had almost made the getaway, when Albert comes running out of nowhere. He is yelling at me and waving me to stop. And, as he is helping me unload my stash, he comments on how heavy the table was, as I clutch tighter, afraid of losing my grip on it. And, pointing out to him that the top is coming loose from the base. Still, in my mind, I'm thinking with a little paint it could have been perfect for the small alcove by the front door. The plan was for me to sit out there in the morning with a cup of coffee enjoying the birds.
In the past, getting caught red-handed like this would have caused great embarrassment, but, that is one of the advantages of getting older. You get used to those awkward moments. And, the general public will usually overlook some of the crazy stuff.
And, to think just earlier in the day, I was whining to myself about how old I felt and how this group of young people I was with made me feel like I used to feel when I was subbing and would run into a student. Like I was the only adult present.
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