i haven’t written a lifepost in a while because i’m so busy, so i guess i’ll make up for it by giving you all an uneventful snippet of my life.
i was sitting in starbucks sometime last week (it was a half day but i had to wait for rehearsal to start), and this old man saw me take out my laptop and started talking to me.
“so this is where the young people do all their work nowadays?”
or something to that effect.
at first, i thought he was just another creepy old man trying to chat me up, but when i turned to take a look at him, something made me think differently.
he was sitting there all by himself with a half full cup of coffee in front of him, the spoon resting face down on the saucer, and he seemed to just be idly watching the world.
i don’t remember how we got into it, but we started talking about his time in the war. he recounted tails of him and his comrades and showed me a dusty old photo of him in his uniform after proudly taking it out of his wallet.
he’d been in two different wars, apparently, and we were just getting to talking about the israeli-palistinian conflict when his wife walked in and summoned him away.
he’d been peacefully waiting for her and i was just someone to talk to.
i love old people.