I have new next-door-neighbours again. In the five years I’ve been here, I’ve had five different sets of people living on the other side of my east wall. The most exciting set was the 23-year-old couple with the five kids (six, now). The last set was several young men who liked to party. Two of them were okay, but the third got very loud and aggressive whenever he drank, which was whenever he got the chance. Sometimes he’d go out on the porch and scream obscenities in the middle of the night. That was annoying.
The new ones like to party too. They partied all night Tuesday and all night Thursday. Never went to bed. They woke me up a few times during the night but it just sounded like they were having a good time, no fighting. The crazy thing is they appear to actually go to work the next morning.
That’s youth for you. GC and I can’t even stay up till midnight on New Year’s Eve and these guys can party all night long and then go to work in the morning.
Speaking of youth…I was at Value Village on Tuesday night, buying second-hand toys for the birds. Simon loves chewing the arms and legs off little plastic people.
The cashier rang up my order.
“Nine dollars even,” she said. “With the discount, it’s $7.20.”
“The discount?” I asked obtusely.
“Senior’s discount every Tuessday,” she said. “Twenty percent off.”
“I’ll take it,” I said, figuring the insult alone was worth $1.80.
Out in the parking lot, I asked GC if I look like a senior.
“She’s a teenager,” he said. “To her, 50, 60, 70, it all looks the same. Old.”
Yeah, I guess that’s true. Just like 90, 100 and 110 all look the same to me. Old.
I was waiting for the bus the other day with an old man and he made me guess how old he was. I guessed 67, just to be on the safe side. Turns out he’s 81. He’s looking for a new wife. He divorced the first one after 47 years of marriage. He met the second one on the Internet and she divorced him after a year. I pointed out that the ratio of women to men in his age group greatly favours men.
But it turns out he’s not actually looking in his own age group.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “I’m not looking for a 25-year-old, either.” But then he contemplated that assertion, and added “Though I wouldn’t mind that.”
Really?? Why would an 81-year-old man want a 25-year-old woman? Wouldn’t it just make him feel ridiculous?