Since my “retire”ment last year, I have become a ‘retread’ and am now working at a lovely, luxurious retirement home as part-time receptionist. After 36 years in television, at a job I loved, I find I wouldn’t go back for anything. I love working with the residents of this facility.

Some of our residents have assisted living, but most are independent retirees in good health. Many of our residents like to sit in the lobby and watch the view out the glass entry doors, seeing the fountain, and people as they come and go.

As I sat at the front desk one afternoon, I noticed a resident sitting in the lobby in her motorized scooter with her back to the desk. She was slumped over, somewhat. She seemed to be dozing, which certainly can happen on a relaxed day.

While I waited on people, answering questions, filing out work orders and taking phone calls, I kept a watchful eye on her. She began to lean to the right and slump forward even more. The only movement I could see was the gradual leaning forward.

The more she leaned forward and to the right, the more concerned I became, worrying that she was not sleeping but had passed out or … even worse.

She leaned so far that its began to look like she could tumble out of the seat.

At that point, I could wait no longer. I got up and went around the desk, up to her and touching he on the shoulder asked, “Are you all right?”

She took a deep breath, sat up straight and turned to look at me. I could see in her right hand she held a smart phone.

She said, “I’m fine. I’m just engrossed in this silly game on my phone!”