Conversation with a very old lady.

In a hot, sweaty and extremely uncomfortable afternoon. An exceptionally stylish, good looking, smart and sexy young man (that would be me. This is my blog. so back off. u can describe yourselves however you want in your own blog)...is walking back to his office. As he was cursing the hot weather he enters into a narrow walkway right behind a very old lady walking slowly and leaning heavily on a makeshift cane made out of some discarded table legs.

(hmm writing in third person is ridiculous so i would switch to first person now) As i was walking behind this ponderously slow old lady. I was thinking to myself. "Maybe i can "accidentally" kick her cane and accidentally take her bag, reach for her purse and accidentally run away very quickly. Hmm if only i dont have conscience."

To occupy myself while waiting for this lady, i was amusing myself with the mental image of suddenly brushing past her, then pretend to fall down then got up screaming that i will sue her children out of their inheritance.(insert evil laugh here).

As i was smiling with this imaginary evil scheme her makeshift cane slip on instinct i reach forward and catch her (damn. i can feel her bones right thru her dress. urrghh.)

I was about to cuss the hell out of her when i saw her rheumy, cataract eyes. Damn, she's practically blind. I asked her what she was thinking walking around when she can barely see. Then she speak some nonsense about being lost trying to go to her daughters house. (havent she heard of GPS navigation)

I think she is a bit senile. She keep on rambling on and on. I decide to save myself the hassle and leave. As i was walking back i look back at her. I saw her vainly trying to cross the street (it was a 3 lane highway on both sides.

I mean. Come on. I couldnt just leave her like that. She can barely see. If i just leave her like that then i would always wonder what happen to her. Cursing "stupid, blind old hag with a suicide wish." I hurry to her side and take her free hand and literally her push her across the street when a lag of traffic occur. thinking " Stupid, stupid conscience, never do me any good. With my luck i would wound up dead and the news paper would say i was trying to rob her or trying to rape the old hag.

Hmm as we barely make it accross i sat her down (rather roughly) on the bus stop and ask her where is her daughters house. I sat with her and told her. " So what ur story? why are u so adamant walking about when u cant barely see."

To my deepest and most ardent dismay she start telling me her story. From conception to a state of near decrepitude she is in now. Luckily her bus arrived around 15 minutes later. So i was save the details of her third marriage and her lovely three legged cat.

As i saw her leave on that bus i was surprised to find myself feeling satisfied and good about myself. Maybe the corny line that a good deed is a reward in itself wasnt just a load of bullshit. As i recross the street i was nearly run over by some indian taxi driver. Stupid curry shitting immigrants.............