Walking around the Alexandra Hills shopping centre – trying to fill in time – I saw an old lady driving a motorized scooter thing coming straight toward me. She was wearing a beanie and had her head down – intent on wringing as much speed out of her overloaded scooter as she could. The hairs on her triple chin were flowing in the breeze and her eyes had a rather glazed look to them. I knew my rights and decided to continue on my path knowing that one of us would have to yield at some point. Her head went down again and the throttle was twisted with all her strength. I dropped my head so no further eye contact could be made and measured the steps I had remaining in this life.
At the last moment I yielded and jumped aside only to realize that this overweight, wrinkled female bulldozer had swerved and was now chasing me. With my back up against the glass of Michel’s Patisserie I acknowledged defeat and said sorry for being so clumsy. It was then I realized I was being hit upon by a lonely old woman needing some company. Unfortunately my broken tooth had caused my tongue to swell and the only word I could easily say was no.
Damn – another date with destiny thwarted by dental incompetence.
Some days are mountains and some days are valleys – and some days just ought never to be counted.
Oops – here comes another old lady leaning on a walking machine- I am out of here.
