When I am Old, I Will be Crazy
Wednesday, June 21st, 2006the more i’m home during the summer, the more opportunities i have to be out and about, mixing with the general population. the more i’m mixing, the more i realize that old people are crazy. and not funny crazy, but that other one.
i have two examples in mind. i could go into others, but i’ll leave that conversation about my parents out of it. ha, ha. the other day tony and i were driving down morgan ford. now mind you, anything, and i do mean ANYTHING is possible on morgan ford. it’s a little sketchy in places and the locals are serbian/bosnian/croatian immigrants, for the most part. i’ve seen a lot of stores with “mesnica” on the window and i’m still not sure what that means. by the looks of the storefronts, littered with any variety of wifebeater eurotrash, it’s a little hard to tell.
but i digress. further down the street, overlooking the fair river des peres is an apartment building. while stopped at a light, we couldn’t help notice this old woman sitting in front of the large picture window. she was having a rather animated discussion with the boy sitting next to her on the couch. now, mind you, this is no ordinary boy. it was a doll. more specifically, it was a dummy. creepy eyes and all. she was twisting its head and scooting its body so it could watch the traffic with her. “now jimmy, you got it all wrong. if you sits thataway, you’ll never be able to see the stop light. here. let me get you moved over. there you go! all better.” i could just see her convincing this dummy that he was all wrong (of course!) and she knew the way to get the best view. kids these days, always thinking they know better. ha!
the light changed green and we tore ourselves away, on our way to costco.