More About That Nursing Home Patient

I felt I should elaborate more on that old woman who accosted me while I was getting out of my car, because she was pretty freaking weird.

My relationship with her, albeit brief, started as I was passing Gregory Hill Road while driving up Goodman Street. There were road blocks all over yesterday and I believe she wanted to turn right but was not able to do so. In her confusion, her motor skills must have shut down because she slowly rolled out in front of me while looking towards the road block cop and failed to check for oncoming traffic (and some of you think old people are cute... right).

Somehow, she managed to get her foot to work and stopped to ask the officer something, I didn't hear what. However, I think her age-impaired hearing abilities stalled along with her motor skills because she had to ask the officer to repeat what he said. At this point I just drove around the loon because she was really pissing me (and all the cars behind me) off. As I pulled up next to Mel's I found that this woman, who had become infatuated with my good looks and haunting sex appeal, had turned down the street as was creeping towards me. She beeped the horn but I obviously ignored her, until she beeped again. I grabbed my books, felt the frustration building up inside me and turned around.

I look and I see this wrinkly, old, heavyset woman with the classic huge, white, stringy hair looking at me through these unbelievably thick glasses. I think my mouth dropped as I heard "Excuse me (phlegm induced cough), do you know where the something something Nursing Home is on South Clinton?"

Wtf was I supposed to do? She had a line of cars behind her, was clearly an escapee returning home like a lost carrier pigeon and had a set of failed motor/hearing capabilities. So, I looked at her and said "I'm not from around here, I don't even know where South Clinton is." She wiped the corners of her mouth (I think there was drool there) and said "Oh, okay. Thank you." Now, this is the best part. She drove about two feet forward, I'm NOT even kidding, and beeped at the oncoming car. When it didn't stop she just laid on the horn. The driver did finally stop and as I'm walking away I heard her say "Excuse me, do you know where the blah blah Nursing Home is on South Clinton?"

Now, keep in mind, there's a line of about ten cars behind her and I'm sure they were all very disgruntled. There is no doubt in my mind that if that man had not been able to point her in the right direction, that she would have stopped at every single vehicle she passed and asked that very same question. Seriously? This was not what I needed to experience after the morning I had already endured.

I continually ask myself "How do I find myself in these situations?" At present, I have absolutely no freaking idea.

Oh, and one last tidbit of information. Right as I was opening the door to go into the house, this man in a minivan drove by and with the windows down yelled "What the HELL is going on!?" as he clearly saw yet another road block at the end of the street. I felt his pain, as navigating that part of Rochester yesterday had been no easy task. However, I managed to not blurt out my anger, and if I had at least my window would have been up.