Why is it?
Why is it when I’m on vacation where there is time to relax in the sun, plenty of deck chairs to sit in, and read a good book that some totally sloshed person decides to plop down next to me? DId I have a sign on my forehead that said, “never mind all the empty chairs, sit in the one next to the reading, relaxing person”?
Many times the sober challenged person will just pass out and start to snore. I can deal with snoring while reading, after all, I do that at home. It’s the person that is still at the “social level” of drinking that thinks I need to engage in conversation with them. Really, I am not anti social, but there is a time and place for everything, especially if I am reading a really good book!
This event, once again, happened to me on my most recent vacation. The “drunk” plopped down and began at once to talk. MInd you, this person also had one of those eyes that you’re not sure which eye to look at and the other eye was milky whitish like it had been smashed with a hammer! Remember there were certain marbles you could smash with a hammer and they would turn milky and crack? This was one of his eyes. The other roamed around like a gyroscope. I couldn’t decide which eye to look at, so I read, or attempted to read.
He proceeded to tell me how much money he made plowing snow in the mid-west and that’s why he was on vacation. He described all of his trucks, plowing equipment, and engine capacity. DId I look THAT interested? He then asked me “how old are you”? This is where the fun began (for me , at least). I’m 79 I told him. He thought I looked great for 79 and had a look of puzzlement on his face. I still couldn’t read the “eyes” though. In reality I’m 58, but it is fun to exaggerate a little and watch the response. ”Well, I’m 53” he says. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just the continued look of bewilderment! ”well, I guess you keep pretty well for an old gal”, he says. Hmm, hmm, he says over and over. I got up to leave, just had to go, and the fun was over for me. I would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall in his cabin as he described this 79 year old lady he just met.
