Well, I'll be...

The folks on my Meals on Wheels route are characters.  Sometimes it takes a while, but I get to know most of them at least a little.  RW is an older man who lives by himself, is very hard of hearing, and moves pretty slowly.  He's always smiling.  I know some days he's in pain, but he's always smiling a friendly smile.  

Oftentimes, he surprises me with what he says.  Sometimes, he's a little flirty.  Sometimes I walk to my car wondering if he simply meant what he said or if he meant to be a little naughty.  With that sunny smile, it's tough to know for sure.  Is he joking?  Flirting?  Trying to shock me?  A dirty old man with a sweet face?  I just don't know.

Today, I brought his lunch and a "holiday meal" that Meals on Wheels designed for him to eat on Friday, which is Good Friday.  I explained this as loudly as I can without shouting, but he seemed a little confused.  After I wished him a 'happy Easter,' he asked, "Meals on Wheels is closed for Easter?"  I answered in the affirmative.  RW's smiling response: "I'll be damned."

I've been laughing at that inappropriate phrase all day.  I wish I'd been quick-witted enough to say, "You don't have to be.  That's the idea behind Easter."  RW wins again.