Many times it is obvious when you should say, “Thank you!” For example, when someone opens a door for you. If you don’t, the considerate person may actually shout out, “You’re welcome, Your Majesty!” (I don’t think I have to point out that when the doors are automatic, you don’t have to thank anyone. You may feel like a Jedi, though.) Sometimes, however, a statement that is meant to be a compliment, it may make you raise one eyebrow in confusion.
Yesterday, I taught the middle school Sunday School class. We had roughly twelve in the class, and they were awesome! I loved every minute of it. We were discussing friends, and what the Bible says about friendships. I did ask them what the word, “adversity” meant. When they didn’t know, I grinned, and sang, “Are you smarter than a 42-year-old?” They laughed and I explained the meaning. Then later, the kids would read the Bible verses aloud, and I would forget the beginning part, or the ending, and I would say, “Well, I am guessing your memory is better than a 42-year-old’s!”
At the end of class, one of the students said, “Mrs. Farmer, you don’t look middle-aged!” Woah. Middle-aged?!?!? I don’t feel middle-aged. Am I really “middle aged?” Well, I guess if I make it to age 84, I am. I am planning on making it past that, but if you make it to 84, people do tend to think, “She had a good, long life.”
So, while I massage my arthritic knees and drink my prune juice, I guess I’d better start looking for a nice long-term care facility.