I arrived at Chik Fil A as they unlocked the door.
I sat in my car and watched the 8 men, in their 70s and 80s, file in the door with their newspapers under their arms.
I noted that I, a 40 year old lady, was about to match the 65 and over boy's club.
I tucked my newspaper under my arm and headed inside.
I never see the old ladies in the fast food breakfast clubs that I have observed from Jonesboro to Nashville. Where are they? In 30 years, I guess I will be alone in my early morning, coffee/biscuit/paper, time.
I chose a corner spot to read, eat, and observe. The men sat at a large table in the center, laughing, harassing, noting the weather, and sharing medical updates.
"Heeeeey!" All the men raised a hand to wave and greet an 80 year old lady walking in the door. She nodded her head and flashed a smile.
"We are surprised you are out in this weather." Then one man mimicked in a silly lady voice, "this weather makes my hair curly." The men chuckled and she shot them a grumpy look.
I felt like my future was being played out in front of me.
Future MAZ ordered, then chose a table off to the side.
The men would take turns passing sections of the paper to her and either laughing or arguing with her comments on what they had pointed to her attention.
Then my day was made when two men were discussing their cinnamon rolls:
"That is disappointing. It is so small."
The lady kept her head in the paper and never cracked a smile when she slightly raised her volume and said
"that's what she said"
The men recognized her burn with moans and laughter.
She looked up, fixed an unruly curl, shot a look at the men's table, put on her glasses and raised the paper higher.
I hope I am that awesome at 80.
You will find future MAZ behind the flowers.