We went to lunch today, my friend and I, and an elderly woman with a cane was leaving the restaurant as we were entering. She saw mine, and good-naturedly welcomed me to the Cane Club. Her companion, an elderly man also with a cane, came through the door as my friend held it for him. “He’s had his for 2 years, I’ve had mine for one.”
“I’m coming on I think nine months,” I told her, smiling.
“I see so many young people with them lately,” she lamented, kindly. “It’s a terrible shame. I really hope you’re done with yours soon.”
“I will be,” I nodded and assured her, “eventually.”
And I walked in to the restaurant, my friend was slightly flummoxed. “That’s uh…a different way to look at it.”
“Was I wrong?” I demanded, laughing. “I didn’t LIE.”
“….No. No you did not,” he conceded.
Sometimes it’s just in how you phrase things.