Tonight we had so much fun at canasta. It was chock full of senior moments.
One of the women in our group who happens to be the youngest was having a bad night. Any time there was a lull in the game, she thought it was her turn. Then several times she gave away one of her cards, which my partner and I could use. She kept insisting that she could take more cards than necessary to replace her red 3's.
Then she left the table to call her daughter. She didn't realize that our clubhouse phone had a direct line, so she dialed "9" to dial out, then "1" for the area code. Shortly after that phone call, we saw someone at the window who was waving and wanted to get into the clubhouse. We were relucatant to open the door, since we were the only ones there, but she went to the door. Then the remaining three of us saw a police car outside the window. We all went to the door.
It was a policewoman who was sent as a result of a 911 call. We all said no one called 911, then I realized that my friend had accidently called 91. The policewoman accepted that it was an accidental call and left. Later we realized that none of us had thought to check if there was anyone in the clubhouse who might have needed help.
The rest of the evening was uneventful, but still filled with more senior moments... whose turn is it, who dealt last, etc. We all laughed so hard tonight.
Is this a sign of things to come?