Hung out with an old dude

I used to eat lunch with my husband, but our schedules don’t mesh anymore and so every day I “cook” the yumminess that is my Lean Cuisine in the office kitchen. This is not the social Mecca that you might imagine ;) Now, I spend every lunch with the previously retired old fella who delivers the mail. We have NOTHING in common. He is a politically incorrect, opinionated, old, country coot. So every day we chat and we chat; he doesn’t eat because, well, he has terrible eating habits! He’s a meat and potatoes man. He had a tootsie roll today. Here’s what I’ve learned about my lunch buddy in the last five months. He is genuine. I mean he has not an ounce of pretense in his being. He is funny and makes me chuckle. He is faithful to his God and his family. He loves his grand-daughter enough to raise her since she was born and help her with her “lessons” every single day, even if that math “sure is hard”. I would never tell him, but when he’s not there, I’m disappointed. We’re going to keep trying to solve the world’s problems over a Lean Cuisine and tootsie roll in the office kitchen every day around noon. Maybe one day, I’ll convince him to eat some Greek yogurt….yeah, that’s not going to happen.