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The Old Man I See Every Morning on Elevado and N. Canon Dr.
Every morning on my way to work I see this old man (70s) sitting on his walker/ mini chair with old school radio headphones on. Just from looking at him I think I've got his story down:
I imagine he wakes up at the crack of his ass (Dawn/ much too early for the rest of us), puts on his khakis and a t-shirt, grabs his headphones (probably NPR or classical) and with the help of his Walker/ resting chair walks his ass out to the side of the house that faces the street. This way he can't be seen from the house since he sits just to the right of the house's windows ON PURPOSE. I bet he lives with his son-in-law and I bet they have young children that torture and annoy his ass. That's why he's outside before they even get up to ask for cereal and start blasting cartoons. He let's the Nanny handle that shit since their mother is probably already out playing tennis or getting Sonya Dakkar facials at 8am and Father has a 'breakfast meeting', with either a real client or the younger woman he is actually sleeping with, at 7:30am sharp.
This old man gets the "Honorary Awesome Person Of the Day" award in perpetuity just for having to tolerate the world at his age.
I salute you, Old Man and I'll see you tomorrow!
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