And I don’t mean high school or college seniors.
Since my 84 (or is it 85) y-o mom decided to become my roommate/boarder/supreme dictator a few years ago, I’ve spent a lot of time sitting in doctor’s office waiting rooms, playing chauffeur. It makes for interesting people-watching. Depending on what kind of doctor we’re visiting as to what kind of people you get to watch.
This morning, it was the ophthalmologist, and there was no one (present company excepted) under the age of 80. So, here’s what I observed.
Seniors with bad eyesight like to read. It might be why their eyesight is so bad. I was so blind by the time I hit third grade that Miss Reed moved my little desk right in front of the blackboard till my blue cat’s eye glasses came in. Oh, the humiliation.
Seniors with bad eyesight are fond of genre books. I caught a Jodi Picoult novel, a Stephen King, a James Patterson, and a Bible (well, it’s sort of a genre unto itself). Oh, and about six BlackBerry screens and Charlaine Harris (me).
Seniors have not pounced on the digital reading bandwagon. I saw no Kindles, Nooks or iPads, though I have developed an unhealthy lust for one of the latter.
Seniors are very fond of white sneakers. This applies equally to males and females. I have no cultural explanation for this and it has nothing to do with reading. Just an observation.
Next up: the General Practitioner on Thursday. Joy.