How I would scorn the oldies on the bus downtown when I was a student on vacation, their ridiculous pride on ‘looking their best’, their trivial chatter about the weather, the shops, where they’d have lunch.
I know better now they’re long departed. They were just lonely, their kids grown up, widows, widowers, living out their lives. Perhaps they hadn’t seen a soul in days!
I stumble onto the bus, show my senior citizen pass and sit down. “Looks like we’ll have a spot of rain later,” I say to old Mrs. Parker, both of us glad of the company.
I know better now they’re long departed. They were just lonely, their kids grown up, widows, widowers, living out their lives. Perhaps they hadn’t seen a soul in days!
I stumble onto the bus, show my senior citizen pass and sit down. “Looks like we’ll have a spot of rain later,” I say to old Mrs. Parker, both of us glad of the company.
