What am I some kind of superson ,also I didn't want to tell him that the first thing I do after I get up is scratch myself at strategic places like a normal person(jus kiddin,they aren't strategic).So I said no.
Then he asked me my name and then swiftly deduced my astrological sign. Unfortunately he got it wrong, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that.So he looks up and makes an imaginary horoscope with his eyes and then asks me "Are you married?".I thought he was deducing this from my grumpy face.But as much as I wanted to say yes to pass some time I had to say no cos then what if he asked my wife's name,I suck at making up fake names.Then he asked"Are you a working professional?"
I said yes(with a sense of self importance).He took this as a cue to impart his knowledge of life cos by this time I think I had him convinced that I needed it badly.But sadly for him the bus which I thought was late had arrived just in time creating an exit for me.I stood up,shook the man's hand and boarded the bus.
I think old people generally forget how it is to be young and somehow feel that they should be more full of wisdom when their age is nearing a three digit number.Ya,but what else can they do to pass time besides reading the obituaries to see who all they beat.People have to understand that they don't need to be full of wisdom just to justify their age,it doesn't work that way.I couldn't help but remember the saying-The old love to give advice cos they can no longer set bad examples.I waved him good bye from the window seat and thanked god that I had only one wrinkle and I was sitting on it.
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