Also, "ol" is not short for old in the above sentence. Sixties are the new forties, after all.
I love my boss. I've worked for her for more than 12 years and am planning to stick with her until she retires. She's a pediatric dentist who gets enjoyment out of treating her patients with compassion and kindness. How can you not love a person like that? Okay, here is the quote:
I was walking down the hallway at work and my boss and I crossed paths. I always feel a little out of place when this happens, thinking that because my job is at a desk up front, I must surely be loafering* around if I'm spotted in the hall. But nature doesn't care, so as we walked by each other, I awkwardly squeaked that I was just heading for the restroom.
"Oh," she said. Then, she stopped. She turned and yelled down the hall to me. "Enjoy it!"
My boss is the second from the right. We all love her, but part of that love is accepting that you just never know what she's going to say.
*Yes, I did mean to write "loafering" instead of "loafing", thank-you-very-much Spell Check. I've been enjoying My Southern Journey by Rick Bragg. I'll best be speaking like a southerner from now on until forever, I reckon...or at least until I hit Play on my next audiobook.