Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
The 20-30 people down at my physical therapy are surprisingly homogenous and I’m not saying anything about sexual preferences. We’re all white, all but three are men, and all but two are above the age of 60. The nurses, also are all white, but their ages cover a spread from around 30 to a cautious guess of 60.
So when I asked one of the nurses, “Where do you keep all your ethnics?” while she was taking g my blood pressure it seemed an obvious question. An expression of surprise crossed her face and she flinched, or sort of jumped, then her eyes scanned the room and the people on all the machines.
“What do you mean?” Seemed more of an accusation than question.
“Hey, we all look alike in here. Everyone here seems to be old, male, white and other than me, well-to-do. All except me are fairly unpleasing to the eye. Don’t people with skin pigment get cardiac problems?” I was just wising off. I already knew Olathe’s an affluent community and area. But watching her facial reactions kept me at it.
Anyway, the old guy at the NUSTEP machine next to me felt the need to set me straight when she went on to other matters. “We’re not all well to do!” He ground his teeth a bit. “I used to be but I lost it all in 401Ks.” His face was reddening and the blood vessels on his bald scalp were becoming visible.
“Sure I’m poor. But I got that way through honest hard work, good credit, bad marriages, and trusting the 401K people. Not like these people who got born into it and didn’t get out because of shiftless laziness and rotten attitude.” I finished my time about then and just grinned. Couldn’t think of anything to say.
Damn I love that Physical Therapy at Olathe Hospital. I’m going to be sorry when it runs out.