“But a watched pot never boils,” responded her elderly friend.
“It never rains but it pours,” cut in the woman in the row behind.
“Aye there’s many a true word said in jest,” the old ladies agreed.
In the row behind, a youth listened to the wisdom of his elders. Were these the old wives who thought up tales? There’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle he found himself thinking. Then, oh no, I’ve caught it. This is the last time I travel on pension day.