From the time I was about 13 until I graduated from High School, my grandfather referred to my friends and me as "dingy girls". I never really paid it much heed as I knew he was wrong. My friends and I weren't "dingy" we were cool, the anecdote relayed here not withstanding, of course. After this weekend, however, I now realize he may have been on to something after all.
My family and I had occasion to travel to Little Chute, Wisconsin. My husband and I had to be there for business, and the kids came along for the ride. It is a very quaint little town, and I believe you would be hard pressed to find more down to earth people... in the town that is, not necessarily in the hotel where we stayed.
Our schedule contained meetings on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning. We would be leaving Saturday as soon as the meeting was finished, so we needed to check out Saturday morning. My husband was required earlier than I on Saturday morning, so it became my responsibility to pack up the room and have everything loaded onto the luggage cart and into the lobby by 10:00am. For the most part this was no problem at all. I got myself ready, the kids ready, and everything packed and ready for the luggage cart no problem. Then we went to the lobby to get the luggage cart. This is when I realize that the hotel needs to either invest in a bigger elevator, or a smaller luggage cart. Eventually we got the cart back to the room and loaded, and managed to get the thing into the elevator after
tons a little swearing and sweating profusely hardly at all. We reach the lobby, the doors open, and there stood three girls around the age of 16. They moved out of the way to allow us out of the elevator. Picture trying to stuff an elephant into the trunk of your car. I'm pretty sure this is what I looked like trying to get this beast of a luggage cart out of the elevator. I shooed the kids out so I would have more room to maneuver. The teenage girls just watched. The elevator doors closed on me. I reopened the doors. The teenage girls just watched. After several more moments of really loud quiet swearing, yoga like gyrations, and a huge amount small amount of sweat I emerged from the elevator victorious and gasping for breath barely breathing hard. The teenage girls had just watched it all. They then got into the elevator and started laughing hysterically. Nice.
I now realize exactly what my grandfather meant when he said "dingy girls". Please Lord let me not have been that bad, and tell me that I would at least have offered to help for God's sake. Also, I now realize that I am officially old enough to be laughed at by teenagers. A sad day indeed.