Follow Me to the Senior Center The Invisible Man

By Carl and Jo Ann Hauser
A few months ago Jo Ann and I were working on the retaining wall in our complex. We were removing the large rocks that were about to fall into the road. Jo Ann had moved our truck to work on the next section, so I found myself standing on top of a seven-foot wall with no way down. She walked back toward me, and said, “I’ll catch you, Honey.” Now Jo Ann is kind of petite, and I outweigh her by fifteen or twenty pounds, but I thought . . . why not? You know how Lucy was always pulling the football away just as Charlie Brown was going to kick it? (That’s right, I’m still limping!)

On a fine Sunday in June I woke up to my beautiful wife wishing me a happy birthday (except it wasn’t my birthday; it was Fathers’ Day). Then she suggested we go to Kentucky Fried Chicken after church. (If you remember, I hate chicken!) My only conclusion was that she had been dreaming about some imaginary guy who was tall and handsome, born in June, actually liked chicken, and I’m sure was always taking her dancing. Reality is old guy, white hair, eats chili five times a week, occasionally passes gas, and would just as soon stay home.

Every once in a while I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find a pillow over my face, and my wife yelling,” You’re breathing too loud!” Now if I didn’t know Jo Ann really loved me, I might be getting the wrong picture. There is however at least one thing worse than having the wrong picture: Have you ever been invisible?

Several years ago I was invisible for two days in a row. The Post Office generously gave us one-half hour for lunch. So going into a restaurant and getting quick service was a necessity. I was pretty much a regular customer at this one restaurant, so I sat down at my usual spot and patiently waited for someone to take my order. Five minutes went by . . . then ten. Fifteen minutes gone from my lunch break. I began to wave my hands in the air. Finally at the twenty-minute mark, someone showed up to take my order. I did receive my food in a timely manner at the twenty-eight-minute mark, leaving me exactly two minutes to consume my lunch. So, being a little disgruntled (postal employee), the next day I decided to try a different restaurant. I got the exact same result. Twenty minutes into my lunch break I had to start generic of nexium flailing my arms to get any service. The only possible conclusion . . . I was The Invisible Man.

Now generally, I’d just as soon blend into the crowd, but being highly visible does have its advantages, too. When I first started with the Post Office, I was sent to a station in the inner city. My first route assignment had the best barbeque restaurant in the entire town! However, I was the only white guy for about ten blocks in any direction. It was Social Security check day, so all the Seniors on my route were anxiously awaiting my arrival at their home. I love good barbeque, so I had quickly become a regular at this restaurant. I took my lunch break about half way into my route, anticipating the usual great lunch. A few minutes after I had sat down, this old guy came in, demanding I give him his check. I tried to explain to him since I had never seen him before that postal regulations required me to only deliver to the address given. The conversation wasn’t going well, and he kept getting louder. When the next thing I know he is being body-slammed up against the wall, and my waitress is leading him out of the restaurant by his ear! Now that’s what I call service. I learned two things that day. One, it pays to tip well, and, two, never make your waitress angry. (Oh, and I also had my lunch in front of me with twenty minutes to spare.)

Here in Cloudcroft, and especially at our Senior Center, you’ll never be invisible nor taken for granted. Even though in the summer we average fifty to seventy Seniors a day, we serve our meals promptly at eleven-thirty. You’ll never be just part of the crowd. If you are over 60, or your spouse is, check out our menu in the Mountain Monthly, and come and see us! Make some new friends!

We will be having a fund-raising garage sale in August. Inquire at the Senior Center for more information. We play bridge on Tuesdays and Thursdays right after lunch. Our Seniors have been known to play Farkle, Mexican Train, and other games on Fridays and sometimes burst into spontaneous game-playing other days, too. Find some friends and have some fun! Exercise with friends on Tuesdays and Fridays at 10:00. Ride the van to Alamogordo on Mondays and Tuesdays for shopping and lunch out. And do check out our fabulous website at www.mtnseniors.com, designed and maintained by Marty Ware. God bless you all!