i've got an old polaroid and 2 packs of film... who's with me?!
so this old lady came into my work and i rang her up.
she practically told me her life story.
she sounded german but said she lived in mexico city, was married "to the most wonderful man for 53 years until god took him from her" and then proceeded to ask me-- "are you in love? are you married?" and i said: "no, i'm not." the withering inside me showed on her old wrinkly cheerful face. it was like she knew, deep down that i was really alone, that i hadn't found him yet. or that maybe i had, but something wasn't right. i wanted to cry right then and there. but then i thought, whatever, she's just some crazy old lady trying to have a conversation with a stranger before she dies tonight. she probably did die because old people always get really happy and youthful right before they die. or so i've heard. i told her, "i'm only nineteen, i don't want to get married yet." she just nodded her head and said "okay, well... good luck to you sweetie." i felt really awkward and put away some empty baskets.
she practically told me her life story.
she sounded german but said she lived in mexico city, was married "to the most wonderful man for 53 years until god took him from her" and then proceeded to ask me-- "are you in love? are you married?" and i said: "no, i'm not." the withering inside me showed on her old wrinkly cheerful face. it was like she knew, deep down that i was really alone, that i hadn't found him yet. or that maybe i had, but something wasn't right. i wanted to cry right then and there. but then i thought, whatever, she's just some crazy old lady trying to have a conversation with a stranger before she dies tonight. she probably did die because old people always get really happy and youthful right before they die. or so i've heard. i told her, "i'm only nineteen, i don't want to get married yet." she just nodded her head and said "okay, well... good luck to you sweetie." i felt really awkward and put away some empty baskets.