All of my friend Marianne's posts between the last one and this one are from when she had treatments for her thyroid and the horrible time she went through physically. She was in isolation for quite awhile because of the radioactivity from the treatment. And she became quite sick. But she never lost her sense of humor. When she finally was allowed out of isolation, her father returned home and at this point she took him to get his hair cut.
Waiting in my car for Pop outside the barbershop, I noticed an elderly
gentleman walking toward the side of my car carrying a large plastic jar
of mints. He leaned toward the partially opened window and asked, "Are
you Marianne?" I answered yes, but got my nail file ready in case I had
to use it.
"Roll down your window."
"Just roll it down. I want to
thank you for bringing Pop in today." With that he offered me mints. I
told him only 1.
"Only one? Have more.
Open it. Once you taste it you will wish you had more."
"Thank you, but
only one." I put it in my mouth to be polite. He tipped the container
over to drop several more on my car seat.
"Have more. A nice girl like
you should always have something sweet. Thanks for bringing Pop around
to my shop today. He can't get here unless you bring him. You really are
a nice girl!"
After that, I felt bad about the metal nail file in my