Episode Three: Bruno and Alice: A Love Story in Twelve Parts About Seniors and Safety – See you next fall
In the late summer of last year, I met a man named Bruno and began to think that something might come of it. I could tell from the way he treated his great-grandchildren that he was both kind and patient.
But you know men. No matter how "visible" I tried to make myself through summer and into the fall, he never caught on that I was interested. I'm not shy, so I decided to ask him out myself. I live in a seniors' apartment not far from his house, and our Friday card nights are pretty wild affairs, so one week I asked him to be my guest. He accepted.
I prepared for my date with a long hot bath. Reading for hours while soaking in bath oil has always been one of life's little pleasures—at least since the day I learned to read. When I was ready to get out, I stood up and reached for the towel on the rack opposite the tub. It was just a little too far away.
My feet shot out from under me and I crashed down onto the tub ledge, landing with all my weight on my hip, then falling right out onto the bathroom floor. I was in agony and for the longest time couldn't find the energy to move at all. I was afraid I'd broken something, and wondered who would find me naked on the bathroom floor when I failed to pay my rent next month!
I struggled to reach the cordless phone I always bring into the bathroom (not just for safety—I hate to miss a call). I managed, and phoned Mrs. Lun next door. We keep each other's keys... just in case. She came right in and helped me out. She also brought over a rubber bath mat and told me who could install a grab bar near the tub.
I was okay, nothing was actually broken—just bruised. But I can tell you, I sure wasn't in any shape for an evening of cards, let alone a date! In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever get to know this gentleman at all.
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