I worked for about 10 years with old people and generally loved them. Sure, they had their quirks (don't we all?) but really enjoyed helping and listening and comforting them.
Now I have been old-person-free for three and a half years and I guess my tolerance has waned a bit. I attended a very lovely Ladies' Candlelight dinner at our church, and endured this conversation and did not really find it too funny at the time. Now, with a few days of distance, it's beginning to amuse me and thought I'd share.
The dinner is pot-luck and part of the fun is seeing what people brought and raving over all the yummy food. I brought a Mexican layer dip, which my sister-in-law makes for our family functions and we all love it. It is a base layer of cream cheese, then salsa, then cut up tomatoes and yellow and red and orange peppers and sliced black olives and then covered in mexican-blend cheese. It is fresh and simple and delicious with tortilla chips, which I also brought.
So this is verbatim what happened to me as I put my dish down on the table when I arrived.
(Two old ladies approach. Both bend over and carefully inspect my dip and hover over it the whole time we are talking.)
Lady 1: Oh, what's that?
Me: It's a mexican layer dip. It's got cream cheese and salsa and fresh peppers and shredded cheese.
Lady 1: Oh, is it Italian?
Me: No, It's Mexican.
Lady 2: Is that black olives?
Me: Yes, it is.
Lady 2: Oh.... I don't eat black olives.
Me, trying to be helpful: Well, they're easy to pick off, if you'd like.
Lady 1: What's all over the top? Is that coconut?
Me: No, it's shredded cheese.
Lady 2: What did you say was on the bottom?
Me: Cream cheese.
Lady 2, dismissively: Well, I don't eat cream cheese.
(Two old ladies turn and walk away.)