At times, if I am the first one at the traffic light of the first junction out of my condo, there is a slight chance that I can beat the second traffic light with my ultrasonic lightning acceleration. Last Friday, I was not the first and the visual was not clear at the second traffic light (cars do attempt to turn right in the opposite direction), so I stopped at the middle lane. Shortly after, a green Beetle stopped at the fast lane.
Usually at the traffic junction, I would take my time to check out the babes in around me. At the corner of my eyes, I caught this old man inside his green Beetle motioned fervidly to me. I thought he must be needing some direction desperately so I winded down my window, took down my shades, and gave him a friendly inquiry look. The first thing he told me was that his car is thirteen years old. Very well maintained I commented and he prided himself that his car is his second wife. Lost of words I looked at Cynthia for some inspiration for my next comment. Before I found my word, he asked if I have a second wife. I have not found one yet I replied and I saw a light bulb on his head telling me that I will need the time and most importantly money. I smiled shyly wondering what he would ask next. True enough he asked me to guess his age. The thing is I hate guessing people’s age. If I tell them that they are older than they really are, people get offended. If I guess right, there is no surprise. If I guess too young, I sound like a dumb. Anyway, I usually am nice so I told him 60. Cynthia guessed 65. He laughed and roared 78! I gasped. Truly did not expect that because he has that sort of energy and health that looked beyond 78 of age.
The light turned green, we bid each other farewell, and we drove off.