Unexpected Responses

I was sitting in the waiting room with and old man who was waiting for his wife and talking to anyone who would listen. When his wife finally came out, walking slowly and very unsteadily, he looked at me and said "She's used to walking with a walker. She's 95 years old, you know!" He continued to tell me about how they both lived in an assisted living facility. When he finally stopped for a breath, I asked how long they had been married. After all, she was 95 and he looked equally as old. He stopped to think for a minute and then said "oh, about 2 years!"

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Orienting my new client, who is autistic, to our program. I stressed the importance of asking questions. I told him "if you're ever confused or don't understand something, it's important to ask me questions, and keep asking questions until you understand." He looked at me, and in all seriousness, replied "That could take a long time."

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I admit that I don't eat burritos in the conventional way. I'm not a big fan of tortillas so I like to dissect the burrito and just eat the insides, especially the yummy insides contained in the "mexican burrito" at El Taco Express (a surprisingly good restaurant despite the name. . . and the green hamburger painted on their front window.) Biffy's husband, Zac, did not approve of my burrito-eating-technique, declaring it "Un-American." Without missing a beat, their six year old daughter came to my defense, saying "But Dad, we're in a Mexican restaurant!"