AT THE THEATRE
Joe and I were glad to get Wicked tickets and enjoyed the play until some poor old woman that was sitting in the balcony dropped dead. We ended up taking home her friend who was my second grade teacher, Mrs. Murphy. I called her the next day and my worst fears were confirmed - her friend was dead. Mrs. Murphy lives right down the street from me and taught me in the second grade. She was always a nice teacher. I found out that she suffers from glaucoma and cannot see too well. She also wears a hearing aid. I went over to her house for coffee the day after the play. Mrs. Murphy was pretty upset. Her friend used to drive her all over the place as Mrs. Murphy didn’t have a car or a driver’s license any more. I asked her if I could get her anything from the store and she asked me if I could get her a bottle of scotch. I thought this was odd, but, in light of what she had gone through, I figured that she needed it. I went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of scotch. While I was there, I saw my neighbor, Paul, who was drunk and buying some beer. I ended up driving him home because he had walked as he has a DUI and cannot drive. I gave Mrs. Murphy her bottle of scotch and went home. The funeral for her friend is on Thursday.