Grey Nomads
Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:34 am
Bob, one for your winter caravan patrons. (You probably haven't heard it as it is a true story)
When Wayne and I were at Mission Beach a few weeks back,we went to the local for lunch on the Fridays;
on the last day, before we left, there was a bloke shouting the whole place. We took advantage of his hospitality
and ordered a beer and a Pepsi Max. Wayne went up to him to thank him and ask what was the occasion.
"I just won the Lotto, yep $30,000. So I'm sharing the wealth a little". Wayne shook his hand and returned to our table. Then we noticed two older couples at the end of the bar, not drinking. I couldn't resist and asked the waitress who came to take our order, why they didn't join in. "Oh them, They are grey nomads. They're waiting for happy hour".
When Wayne and I were at Mission Beach a few weeks back,we went to the local for lunch on the Fridays;
on the last day, before we left, there was a bloke shouting the whole place. We took advantage of his hospitality
and ordered a beer and a Pepsi Max. Wayne went up to him to thank him and ask what was the occasion.
"I just won the Lotto, yep $30,000. So I'm sharing the wealth a little". Wayne shook his hand and returned to our table. Then we noticed two older couples at the end of the bar, not drinking. I couldn't resist and asked the waitress who came to take our order, why they didn't join in. "Oh them, They are grey nomads. They're waiting for happy hour".