February 18, 2016
Another day erased in the calendar! And to think that I found out only this afternoon that tomorrow it is Friday! Well, at least I have something to look forward to: the weekend.
It seems the weekend will be welcomed with lower temperatures, as the weather seems extremely changeable.
I knew that spring was supposed to be changeable but it seems that winter decided that it had been constant long enough and that it would love to play a few tricks on the poor mortals that have no means to control it.
As I don’t want to be too boring talking incessantly about the weather, I will mention only the fact that it is terribly unpleasant to saunter here and there when the wind is chipping the skin.
I had to go out today and I must say that I was just a little bit put out by the thought of going out and having to wait for the bus. I shouldn’t have worried.
The bus came soon enough and in meantime two teenagers entertained everybody at the stop listening to a rap song. Actually, everybody had to listen to it as they played the song on one of their cell phones and at maximum.
I suppose they didn’t want the people from the building behind the bus stop feel neglected or like they were missing out.
Considering the mean looks they were throwing around, no one dared to say a thing, although an older couple seemed quite put out with the musical choice.
Luckily, three buses came the same time – it seems that they consider it is safer to travel in group, and I chose the third one, to be sure I wouldn’t have to listen to the guys’ music for over twenty minutes.
Luckily, they took the first bus. Unluckily, in the bus I chose, there were two young girls that regaled everyone with an extensive list of attributes of a guy named Nick.
Either they thought the information was too hot not to be shared with the entire bus or one of them had a hearing problem, but we had to listen to their enthusiastic chatter for the entire trip.
You cannot imagine how macho this Nick could be and how daring and how handsome! He seems to be a cross between Stratham and Brad Pitt, or something like that, with some traits of one of Bond guys thrown in.
When I got off the bus, my eyes were crossed and I had a full blown migraine. I wondered if I had been like this at their age but I can’t remember. Nevertheless, I know for sure I never spoke so loud in a public place.
Oh, God, I sound like the old lady who was leaving at the corner of the street when I was a child. She would come out and shout at us for disturbing the piece by playing the ball in the street – it was a very quiet street. Cars were very rare and no one was afraid that something would happen. That lady was a harpy and she loathed children. I didn’t like her and now I am almost turning into her! So, we’d better forget about the lively youths.
Considering that I saw a really grown-up woman behaving the same way on my way back, I don’t think such behavior is a matter of age.
This lady simply accosted a young man and tried and succeeded to make him converse with her. What was extremely puzzling was her effort to make him meet another guy that turned out she didn’t know too well but she mostly knew about him and his going through a rough divorce, thus in need of entertainment with someone that would take him drinking and spilling his guts and, I quote, “make him a person again”, as if he had ceased being a person by having the blues.
It was an entertaining conversation. She kept repeating that the young guy really needed to meet this non-person and finally he accepted the phone number only to be left alone.
In the end though, she pried other things out of him: where he came from, what he was doing for a living, what his people back home were doing, and that at the top of her lungs.
So, everyone on the bus (and it was quite a packed bus) found out the poor guy’s country of origin, the fact that he was a lawyer (although I had the impression that lawyers looked a bit differently, but let’s not be too snobbish) and that his entire family back home, as well as all his friends were lawyers.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered how that country survived, especially when he said that everyone back home was a lawyer. If only one was thinking, to create lawyers they needed people to build schools and to maintain the buildings, teachers to teach the future lawyers, and so on. Besides, if everyone was a lawyer, who would cook in that country? Were there no restaurants, or fast foods at least? Who would work in the fast-foods? The lawyers?
It was an impressive and absurd discussion which ended only three stops before mine. The lawyer left the bus and the lady was left alone. However, she wasn’t alone for long.
She found another gentleman and started a discussion with him.
For the lawyer she used the cinnamon buns he was holding in his hand for introduction. The gentleman didn’t have buns, but he had bought some tomatoes and I think a cucumber and some lettuce. Thus she started a discussion about diets.
I didn’t learn too much during the three stops but I learnt that the lady was dieting consciously and she was jogging every day and went to the gym three times if not four times a week.
All these conversations took place somehow beside me. I could see the male part in the conversation; however I couldn’t see the female who was sitting right behind me.
Of course, I was dying of curiosity to see that paragon. I was thinking that a woman dieting daily for years, with no faux pas, and who was jogging every day and went to the gym at least three times a week, should look amazing. I for one don’t have so much willpower. It’s been a while since I tried a diet, I cannot jog – my knees protest deeply when I try it, and I hate going to the gym.
As curiosity was very strong, when I stood up to go to the door, I maneuvered in such a way that I could take a good look at the talkative lady.
For a moment there, I simply froze. I was stunned. She was a woman around sixty or seventy (who said that voices are the last to get old was right) and she didn’t seem to have dieted a day in her life.
Honestly, if my knees protest when I try to jog, hers must declare war.
Don’t misunderstand! I wasn’t stunned that she was old and unfit. I am not a beauty and I am not springy anymore. I wouldn’t dare to cast the stone. I was only stunned that she spoke with such conviction as if she had known perfectly what she was talking about.
I was also stunned because she had behaved like such a ninny with that lawyer guy. I could have sworn she was around maximum twenty-five.
You can never judge a situation from what you hear. Like when you hear a huge commotion outside and you’re filled with dread because what you hear makes you think that something horrible happens but if you go and look outside you might see that it was a group of youngsters just having fun.
It happened to me in the past and I should have learnt my lesson. It seems that sometimes there are some lessons that we have to learn all over again.
Anyway, I think I will tell you tomorrow about the lady who was in front of me in the queue at the Western Union, if I don’t forget. She was remarkable!
For now, though, I will say good-bye.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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