Six of us seniors meet every evening, seven days a week after supper to play Rummy for about an hour. At least it was Rummy when we started five years ago. We kept simplifying it so we seniors could manage. We "dumbed down" a children's card game so we could cope with it.
The idea was to socialize for a while every day. But "socializing" means talking doesn't it? Tonight, and most nights, we sit in silence taking our turns and playing our hands in dead silence.
Tonight I grew impatient with this unsocial way of socializing. I tried opening conversation several times.
ME: Wasn't it fun to see all the kids at the Easter Egg hunt this afternoon.
Dead silence. Jim plays an ace on a king.
ME: I gave out harmonicas and a couple of Kazoos to the kids.
Dead silence. Thelma silently lays down a seven, eight, nine of hearts.
ME: (Desperate to break through the silence, with a complete non-sequitur.) Ten thousand mosquitoes flew over Niagara Falls.
WILMA (plays three tens and then quietly says) I thought it was nine thousand.
Someone was listening, after all.