I wonder about the young girl I met at the supermarket. She was behind me in line. She was a bubbly young girl, just free of being a toddler.
When I noticed her I tipped my hat and said, "How are you, young lady."
She blushed and was shy but then got brave and replied "Fine," and did kind of a courtsy. "How are you, Old man?" she replied.
I laughed and told her I was fine and the mother stepped in and raised hell with her for calling me an old man which I am.
I told the mother to butt out and said she was young enough to not know any better and I was too old to care what anyone thought.
Still I wonder about that beautiful child as it won't be long before she enters middle age in a couple of years. It happens in school pretty quickly.
Right now I want to sit on the bench with one of two people. One or the other or maybe even both at different times.
I either want to sit with a young girl of maybe 4 or 5 and eat an ice cream cone or sit on the same bench and split a half pint of bourbon with a 95 year old man.
Same difference. Both will speak the truth. She's too young to know and he's too old to care.
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