The lady staring at me is drooling.I'm stuck in a corner sitting beside a fellow member of "Live Strong", a fitness program for cancer survivors, and a caregiver standing behind a wheelchair of a wild white haired lady who's complaining.
"I'm cold," the lady says as the caregiver, an exhausted brown hair woman dressed in black, makes a blanket appear out of thin air and covers her with Ninja moves.
A man drones on about honey.
I'd leave but I can't get out, stuck in the corner of the crowded "Savannah Bee Company" lobby.
Feeling awful with "nauseous fatigue" I hold my throbbing head staring at the woman who's staring at me.
The drool desperately clutches one corner of her permanently sloped mouth as the other hangs a half inch off her bare, pasty white, knee cap.
"These people ain't doing nothing for my self esteem," the cancer survivor whispers in my ear causing me to giggle.
"I'm still cold," the wild white hair lady bellows, causing the speaker to stop as the exhausted Ninja caregiver blocking my exit whips out a scarf the size of Atlanta and throws it perfectly over the wheelchair.
"See what I mean?" the cancer survivor whispers.
I notice for the first time that my admirer is holding a black, life size baby doll wrapped in a blanket.
"Male bees," the speaker continues, "sole purpose in life is to mate with the Queen."
"I'm still cold," a muffled voice loudly exclaims.
The exhausted Ninja caregiver looks like she's going to cry.
The drool baptizes the knee cap.
"Male bees die after mating with the Queen."
The cancer survivor starts to laugh and other members of the class join her and then, several of the wheelchair people.
Soon, most everyone's laughing and they don't know why.
The exhausted Ninja caregiver bends down to retrieve another blanket and I see my chance.
Mustering all of the energy inside, I heave one leg over her, throw my body upward and almost clear her head with my right foot.
"Ow!" comes a muffled voice.
But I don't look back, hobbling to the car as fast as possible, while everyone in the room watches me intensely.
"How was it" my beautiful wife flashes a smile fast as a Ninja and asks with a tired smile?
"I had to get the Hell out of there before it killed me," I explain.
"Let's celebrate," she grins with exhausted eyes.
