Wednesday, August 29, 2001

So I’m sitting in a retirement home waiting on a meeting and this awesomely cranky old man sat down next to me. He started in on everything from the weather to politics. Nothing was good about anything. He was cracking me up because no matter what I brought up he had something bad to say. I even tried candy and ice cream (these are my old people standbys) he told me that they only let him have that crappy hard candy, and ice cream just doesn’t taste as good as it used to. I had to now, was he always this cranky? What the hell kind of question was that!? He explained that I’d be the same way if I outlived my family and friends. I told him that I’d probably be looking for someone to play a game with or just BS. That opened a floodgate about all of the old people he lived with that just sit around and gossip. We ended up talking for about 15 minutes and he convinced me that if I ever live that long crab-ass isn’t the worst way to be. I had a lot more fun with him than the Alzheimer’s patients that I frequently drive. If I ever contract that particular disease, I know that in a moment of clarity I will remember to take myself out. It’s not as hard as Dr. Death would have you believe. However, I’ll explain my preferred exit at a later date. Back to my original story, I will do everything I can to let life beat me down into a pile of shitty attitude. Or, maybe I’ll try and be the person that other people want to talk to so I don’t have to corner every stranger that wanders into my path. The old crabby Muppet is funny but this one was flying solo and it made me somewhat sad. 12:00:00 AM    says you