You know the place. Women walk through the halls in housecoats. Men walk through the halls in pajama bottoms and bedroom slippers. It looks like a slumber party in a supermarket, except instead of shopping carts, everyone is pushing a walker. There is status to walkers.
People look and compare and envy, like kids with designer sneakers.
Out at the pool, they blare music continually. Not Tommy Dorsey. And they play it loud because everybody's going deaf. It makes me think that in 30 years, when I'm sitting around the condo pool in my bathrobe and slippers, I'll be listening to Gangsta Boyzz II Booty Menn. My dad loves having me visit because I can drive him places.