Old Man in the Elevator

Today I spent approx 3 hours taking the older girls to the ENT specialist (2 hours of that was waiting in the waiting room doing just that-waiting). Once we finally received the dreaded, "If it were me, I'd take them out" from the man behind the miner flashlight apparatus claiming to have some kind of degree allowing him to cut a chunk of pink out of my baby girls' throats, we got to the elevator. My cooped up kids raced to see who could push the button first, the big one won the first race. Then, it was off to see who could push the button in the elevator to the correct floor. The 6 year old won that race and because she had maintained all of her orneriness for the ENTIRE morning, she laughingly, accidentally pushed all 4 buttons. Normally that would have been a chuckle with a soft reminder as to we're late and need to get to school. In walks Ma & Pa Keller, looking like they've spent most of their last years inside this hospital building, and as I'm laughingly scolding the 6 year old, this old man points at Rory and says YOOOUUUUU, Are we taking a tour? I thought fast (on only 1 cup of coffee and gluten free for 1 week and counting) and said yep, we're seeing how many floors we can stop on before we get to number 1. They thought that was hilarious and here we stop on floor 2 and pick up Ma & Pa Version 2 who weren't sure if they could squeeze on with the oxygen tank and all, but made it on. I thought we were out of the clear when all of a sudden Old Man 1 blurts out, "I don't know why people don't take the time to vote for their school board representatives. That's where most of our darned (it is Utah) tax money goes!!" Ma #2 with the air hose in her nose starts nodding her agreement and says a you betcha!! I began to nervously look around for a way to prevent Pa #2 from sitting on my newborn as well as trying to avoid eye contact with Old Man 1 hoping he wasn't blaming me having school aged children for his outrageous tax issue. A riot in the elevator began in my mind-I was armed with a stroller and knew how to use an oxygen tank if needed. I had this whole scenario going on in my head when DING (elevator bell)! Saved by the bell! I can't wait until I'm old enough to blurt out my random opinion while possibly wetting my Depends and have people my age nod in agreement and not care if they did or didn't agree. Here's to you Old Man 1-darn that school board....