“Excuse me?” said the elderly voice behind me. “Is that a microphone you’re wearing?”
(man – I thought my shirt was covering it)
“No. It’s not,” I respond as I pull down my shirt (full explanation to follow only if needed).
As my friends and I walked further away, “A microphone?” one asks incredulously.
“Yeah – wired for sound 24/7” another responds.
“You know what you should do?” volunteers the third. “Carry around an envelope with you so when people make comments like that you can tell them about diabetes and ask for donations for our walk!”
And on to Cracker Barrel we went to enjoy our Easter lunch.
Hey – at least it wasn’t a garage door opener this time!