Another Old Couple

An elderly couple with accents—could have been anything from German to Russian, that area of the world—came into the Y the other day. They wanted to know about membership and Ashley, my coworker, offered to give them a tour. The woman said, “Give us papers first. I haf been here before.”

This is happening at the front desk in the lobby area. From where we were sitting, you could see the pool area through some floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ashley gave them the packet of information. The woman looked at it and said, “Yes, this is what I want. We come back later.”

They got up to leave.

“I haf been here before. The pool, it is over there?” She points in the opposite direction of the pool, towards the childcare area.

“No, it’s that way. See those windows?” Ashley said.

“Oh, they must have moved.” The woman said.

An Old Couple

An old couple came into the Y to renew a membership that had been put on medical hold. She had a walker, squat and wide, and he was hunched and wiry. They smiled wrinkles into their wrinkles. He was very concerned that we have a family restroom. We do.

"I have to help her change," he said.

Elsewhere, without a family restroom, he had to go into the women's to help her change. When the women kicked him out, she had to go into the men's with him.

"I was becoming bisexual," she said, and he laughed.