I’m lucky when it comes to old people. I always have been. The cool, unspoken ones.Who, when I stand in line or wait for someone, stop with the dog next to me and tell me what it was like in the war, how they endured famine, how they fell in love in their youth and give me a piece of funny wisdom that makes me cry and hug them. Anyway, most of the time they’re the funniest ones, and I love to listen to them.
At one point, an old woman made my day and made me laugh so hard in the middle of the bank, I couldn’t stop. As I was standing in line, at one point, I see with the tail of my eye two pretty young women in their 70s entering the bank. They’re hanging around; I, meanwhile, realize I need something else from another counter, and I leave the queue. I get back in three minutes, and they were in my place, so I go to the end of the queue.
– Oh, dear, but please come forward; you were in front of us, says the thinner, charming one.
The street’s eyes scanned everything, I say to myself and thank her:
– There is no need, thank you, but whoever goes for a walk loses his place of honor.
– Come on, sweetheart, we have plenty of time, come on, get ahead! She says and smiles at me like my grandmother.
I quickly execute the move cause I hate the lines, and they hate me too, and I thank heaven for sending me only this kind of nice older people.
And as I get in front of the common sense line, the one that is about two meters away, so you don’t stand on the back of the man who’s just at the counter, bang, a young man also in his 70s enters the bank, surpasses all three of us and interferes between me and the uncle in front, right in that free space.
Grandpa didn’t realize what that space was for, and while I’m thinking about how to tell the man that we’re not sitting in the middle of the bank praying for monetary stability, but we’re still in line, I hear the young woman from behind.
– Sir, know that we are in line too, we are not sitting here looking at the walls.
Grandpa turns upset, realizes he screwed up, apologizes kindly, and goes to the end of the queue, but notices a chair by the wall and sits on it.
– Sorry, I’ll be after you then, but I’m sitting here.
The waters calm down until grandpa pulls out a stack of about $ 3,000 and starts counting, waving it like a boss. Grandmothers start giggling behind me and the fluffy one says, looking amused at the other:
– What do you say, honey, you’re in?
I start laughing; I turn to them and see how the sweet deer amused themselves like two high school girls, I swear. The chic and thin sweet one scans him head to toe, then looks at me, winks, and says:
– No, darling, don’t you look at him? Where does he get so much money when we have these pensions? This is that kind of guy, darling, who is going to squeeze you like a rag! You want a cake too, and him no and no, so we can save money like we are going to take it the other world with us.
I wanted to hug her cause she made me laugh with tears, but it was my turn, and I went. The clerk, a young woman, but extremely sour, looked like a 100-year-old woman compared to the young women behind me, who were still terribly amused.
