
It’s been a while since I posted about Rob & Laura, they’re doing fine. They’ve had lots of visits with their children. One daughter asked me to check on a cut that Rob mysteriously acquired last week. She really wants Rob to put a bandage on it. When I mentioned this to Rob he informed me that it had a bandage on it already, it’s called a scab. Alright then.
Last week Laura was a bit miffed about the laundromat. She muttered about getting there late and how bad it is if you don’t get there early. I took the bait and showed up 20 minutes earlier today to see if that would alleviate the problem. She was pleased that I was early then in her exuberance she forgot to bring the laundry detergent. That set us back a bit and I got concerned when I heard her say “oh fiddle” from the back seat. “Oh fiddle” is the 92 year old version of Code Red, I acted with extreme caution. If I heard “Fudge!” I would have considered turning around and calling it a day.
While Laura was doing laundry, Rob and I went to the grocery store. We only needed two things and I asked Rob if he wanted to use a cart or his cane, he went with the cane. As we were crossing the parking lot I stated “And they’re off!” in my most announcer like voice. Rob didn’t miss a beat and added “Like a herd of turtles!”
Upon entering the store we heard, “cleanup in produce”. We both chuckled at that because it happens 100% of the time and we go twice a week. Then we looked for Marty, the useless grocery store robot. As we were making our way toward the check out, Marty approached, it got a little weird. At one point Marty got stuck between an older man in a wheel chair and me. George was on my right, Marty on my left and the wheelchair guy was left of Marty.
I could tell Marty was confused as he went back and forth in incremental choppy movements because he didn’t have a clear path out. I was hoping the circumstances would cause Marty extreme frustration resulting in fried wires, a mechanical meltdown of some sort. For a moment I imagined the encounter would render him incapable of fulfilling his duties (which seem to be limited to aggravating customers with a precision focus on geriatric clients), no such luck.
On the way out Rob commented that the cart with four wheels was easier to navigate than his cane. I remarked that he has a walker which also has 4 wheels and that got me some side eye. I replied with “oh fiddle”.
I love the Rob and Laura stories!😊
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Thanks Emily!
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Rob and Laura crack me up. And the next time Rob says he’s off like a heard of turtles you can say, “I’ve heard of turtles.”
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Excellent suggestion!
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These two are simply amazing, in every sense of the word. They seem sharp as tacks and just as witty. lol
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They are a delight!
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Oh the daily excitement of getting older. It’s definitely not fun, but at least you make it funny!
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They make it fun, can’t say that for all of my clients – most though! Thanks for visiting.
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Love the idea of the robot malfunctioning and frying his circuits.
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Rob and Laura stories are always entertaining. Who the heck is this Marty robot?
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Rob and Laura stories are always entertaining. Who the heck is this Marty robot?
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Rob and Laura stories are always entertaining. Marty? A robot? At the grocery store?
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Yup, a robot at Biggie. Actually all the Biggies have them, it’s so weird.
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