When we go into the Brookdale dining roomI usually get behind the chair my wife has chosenand I push while she lifts her chair slightlyand jerks it forward to the tableuntil she is positioned as she wishes to be.

I call this effort “buck-slide”.

Then I sit in my chosen chairand I make similar motions to place myselfin an ready-to-eat position.

I often look about the dining halland see others “buck-sliding” into their comfort zone.
Most folks wince a bit as they do it.

Since I must wait for serviceand there is little else to doI find a certain pleasure in seeinghow the old folks pull themselvesor get pushed into the placeswhere they are expecting good food.
And occasionally it is.

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