Everybody wants a Magic Elevator!

A redneck family from the hills was visiting the city, and they were in a mall for the first time in their life. The father and son were strolling around while the wife shopped. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.

The boy asked, “Paw, what’s ‘at?”

The father (never having see an elevator) responded, “Son, I dunno. I ain’t never seen anything like that in my entire life. I ain’t got no idea what it is.”

While the boy and his father were watching in amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into the small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the wall light up sequentially. The continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Then the walls open up again and a gorgeous, 20-something blonde woman stepped out.

The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son, “Go git yo Momma.”
This story was sent to me years ago, and I cannot give credit to the author but the concept of a magic elevator is quite intriguing.

And yet . . .

It’s so satisfying to go through life with people who cherish those evidences that time and experience brings to us. Sure, a few wrinkles, a couple gray hairs are going to show up. And so are the photo albums and laughs and defining moments!

Don’t get me wrong, I am old enough (and young enough) to still appreciate an excellent hair dresser (who is an expert in color) , teeth whiteners, and a good night cream!