Why curiosity is not good for you.
Today while I was returning home, I past the Catholic Church (it's on the way) and there were all these women dressed in black coming out! I thought; it's Thursday, I don't recall there are sermons on Thursdays. They're all in black, is someone dead? But they were all dry eyed; besides I didn't here of any deaths. Where were the men? At work probably. Why were all the women OLD?
Not finding answers and deciding that this sort of curiosity is childish, I decided to continue on my way.
Until that is I ran into more women on my way to the bus stop Hmm, curiouser and curiouser. Still I said nothing. I was standing next to the grocery store 'admiring' a watermelon, when one of those women (the ones in black) stood beside me, I believe admiring the tomato. I couldn't take it any more. I had to ask.
"Excuse me? Anti?"
"?"
"Yes. I've been wondering why are you all wearing black?"
She gave me this really strange look, and I thought it's a good thing she doesn't know me, and probably will never see me again.
"I know you" she said.
"Ah…I don't think so"
"Yes I do. I taught you history at school right?"
Ok. Now I was even more uncomfortable. I changed six different schools during my school years; how am I supposed to remember?
And so; I wanted to apologize for bothering her and retreat with whatever dignity I had left. But that proved to be not so easy…
"What's your name? Who is your father?" she snapped.
"…." Think fast. Oh never mind "I'm Ess. D. my father is M. D."
And then the most excited look (this is how I describe it) on her face appeared. For a while there I was afraid she would jump and shout "EURIKA" (or however it's written).
"Your mother is S. I new I recognized you". She was so happy "I knew your mother!" she said most triumphantly.
At this time I became resigned to my fate. Oh well make the old woman happy.
"How is your mother? Goodness it's been YEARS. Look at you how you've grown. I see you allowed your hair to grow, but it's falling on your eyes. You should trim it. And really dear yellow is not a good color on you. And you're not a kid anymore; don't wear orange trainers." She stopped. I was happy it was over. But I was wrong. It was only to allow herself to breathe "Oh. Look how tall you're now. But you've always been tall!. So do you have a job?"
"…?..."
"Do you"
"Yes"
"Pay is good?"
"YYYes"
"Someone special in your life?"
If I said yes. She would WANT to know who. If I said no…hmm. So I said….
"NNNo"
"NO? Tsk tsk. Too bad you're not catholic"
"…."
"You must tell your mother I said Hello. Tell her it's M. N. wife of T. A. I think you know my son A. he was with you at school once. Oh. There is my bus; I must go. Don't forget to give your mother my best"
And till this day I still don't know why the old women coming out if the Catholic Church were wearing black