Last night was a scream away from a night of peaceful rest. I got about 3 zeds when I should have been getting my thousands,I tossed and turned, got up for toilet breaks. Horrible typical sleepless wednesday. Thursday mornings are my early starts so the night before I'm riddled with 'sleeping in' paranoia and kept awake by UIB (unidentified insect bites). I basically lay awake scratching until my thighs were bruised and running through a list of famous serial killers in my head. Blah...however with a bad night came a good day. Perhaps when I'm half asleep and zombie'ing about at work I have the most fluent and interesting conversations with customers.
There is a regular, he is an elderly gentleman who tends to ramble/mumble. Every time he sees me tells me never live in the country when I'm old, because there are no hospitals close, no one to help you when you're in trouble. Death wish.
Today he hobbles in and greets as per usual.. "hello lady, don't live in the country when you're old. Put up your hand."
I proceed, I hold my left hand up to show him.
"Ahh.. good, you got to keep your wings, you need them to fly."
Right on old man, yes.. yes, I pretend like I know what the hell he is going on about and continue to offer him a cold glass of water.
"I wouldn't be offended. If this was back in the day and you were 30 and .. what's your name? Ah.. and you had seven children I would say to you you're a good girl."
Again I had absolutely no clue what he was saying so I just laughed and hoped I'd never have seven children.
"Never say never, but once you hit 40 get yourself a companion. A cat or a dog is good for.."
He begins tapping his forehead with his hand.
"A Doctor once said to me as a young man, you must have a companion it helps with your .."
He taps his head again.
"I had two working class poodles, cats and dogs are good for you."
I couldn't agree more, I've always found the best company in my working class domestic feline friends.
Before this gentlemen left my work place he told me to keep my wings, I need them to fly, I said back to him keep yours too and he replied..
"I'm trying to keep out of an old blokes' home"
Aren't we all, aren't we all.
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In Sydney those kinds of old men write "Eternity" everywhere in copperplate and documentaries are made about them.
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