I always knew I picked the wrong age group. When I was younger, I wanted to work in a nursing home as something like a program director, but I ended up going the route of teacher, (obviously). BIG MISTAKE.
I went to my grandfather's nursing home this afternoon to eat watermelon with him at a summer party. As I was carrying the plates of everyone at our table to the trash, (foam plates soaked and sloshing with watermelon juice, it's amazing my shirt is not pink), an elderly man stopped me and said, "Thank you, thank you. I assumed that I was either carrying his plate, or he was senile, so I quickly replied, "You're welcome!" Then he said, "I'm thanking you for improving the scenery." Haha I'm so good at picking up older men!
When I came back to the table he asked if he could sing me a "little tune," so I said sure. He then, in perfect pitch, serenaded me with this:
I have an ear for music
And I have an eye for a maid
I link a pretty girlie
With each pretty tune that's played
They go together like sunny weather
Goes with the month of May
I've studied girls and music
So I'm qualified to say:
A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you night and day
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain
She'll start upon a marathon
And run around your brain
You can't escape, she's in your memory
By morning, night and noon
She will leave you and then come back again
A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune
- Irving Berlin
I told him no one had ever sang to me before, and he said, "Well, they should have a long time ago." I think I found my new boyfriend! Sorry, Michael.
What a beautiful compliment! My whole week is made, now.