The yodeling cowboy:
I had settled in for what I knew would be a long wait at the cardiologist’s office. If he weren’t so cute, I mean, highly respected, I would not be willing to spend a minimum of three hours in his waiting room for each appointment. The fact that he always comments on how he can’t believe I’m 44 and that I look barely 30 doesn’t hurt either. He’s a smart man. Anyway, I had a book in hand and was prepared to spend the better portion of my day reading something rather mindless.
I had been there perhaps 20 minutes when a bow-legged man wearing a cowboy hat came in yodeling. Yes, yodeling. He looked to be about 75 years old, walked with the assistance of a cane and didn’t have a tooth in his mouth. He did, however, have a smile on his face as he stood just inside the door and not only yodeled but then proceded to sing a couple of verses of an old gospel song. He then told us all that when he wore his cowboy hat it just made him feel like yodeling. He also informed the receptionist in a voice loud enough for the entire waiting room to hear (intentional, I’m sure) that he was pretty sure he was ready to go back to riding his horse but just needed to run that by the doctor first. I would have loved to see the look on the doctor’s face after hearing that question.
He signed in at the front desk and then looked for a place to sit. I knew immediately what was going to happen. For as long as I can remember I have been an old man magnet. Sure enough, he waddled right over to me while announcing to all, “I think I’ll sit here by this pretty lady!”.