Ideas To Share
On friday night I went out to have a few drinks and to try and meet some new people.
I went to one of my three regular bars. After my first beer. A older man on a Rascal drove (scooted?) into the bar. The doorman helped him into the chair next to me and took his sccoter to the corner of the bar. He ordered a beer.
He was in his early eighties. He had thick plastic glasses that enlarged his eyes and seemed to have windshield wipers when he blinked. He introduced himself as Ken. Talk with Ken was sparse at first - “Who won the Rockies game?”, “How often do you come here?”, “Do you work?” But as the bar began to fill with drunk patrons, scantily clad young ladies, and guys looking for tail, our conversation quickly developed. The subjects quickly changed to family, women, what we did with ourselves and why we did it, how we fill our days. Ken had some great insights and had me in stitches a few times. It turned out we were two lonely men at the bar with a fair amount in common besides our age. And some new ideas to share with each other.
Two hours later - after Ken finished his beer, and I had finished three - I got up to leave. And Ken asked the doorman for his scooter. I shook his hand, missing it the first time due to some jerkyness from his degenerative desease and my slight buzz. Ken asked if I wanted to come over to watch videos sometime. I said sure and found out his apartment number. I promised him I’d stop by before the end of August but still wonder if I actually will.
1 chevy Says:
you should go.
but im gonna freak out if grampa asks you to sit on his knee.
2 brenda Says:
How cool. I hope I meet youngsters like you when I’m 80-something, scooting around bars in my pink metalic rascal.
3 Ari Says:
Uhm… I got booted off your links? What’d I do?
4 Dahl Says:
It does sound a little bit creepy…..
5 sassylittlepunkin Says:
a moderately crotchety older woman struck up a conversation with me in a used bookstore yesterday. thumped the cover of the l.a. times and said, in reference to the obit of bob hope “at least he made the front page!” and then proceeded to grill me about the state of his widow’s health, and whether the daughter who gave the press conference was adopted. i nodded and grinned where it was appropriate, but wondered, “how the hell should i know?” i can’t wait to be old and crotchety. i’m going to be a hoot. and i kind of want to hang with the elders lately. i think they have a lot to offer us young punks. better take what we can now before they’re all gone.
6 chris Says:
Man, I want a Rascal so bad right now. I could imagine it now… Motoring around, talking to the ladies, boozing it with The Hubs. Thanks man, I now have something else on my Christmas list.
7 chevy Says:
…but its already on my xmas list!
8 Allison Says:
Oldsters are great to talk to when they’re still kickin’ it. I used to work in a nursing home, and it was great how even the senile ones could dispense the occasional pearl of wisdom! It’s easy to underestimate or forget about older people, but seriously, they have some experiences to share from all those years of life! I’m with Punkin, I can’t wait to be an opinionated and brassy ol’ lady!
9 Andi Says:
Old people in bars are awesome. I met this guy at Starbucks a while ago, who told me to ‘quit dicking around and get married.’
Not that I’ll take his advice, exactly, but he was really cool, and I always hope that I’ll see him there again.
10 Ari Says:
Sorry that you didn’t have the class to respond
11 chevy Says:
oh hes classy… maybe its you.
12 elizabeth Says:
Ahh snap. I think linkage makes me want to get a rascal.
in other rascal news, has anyone seen the king of the hill where bobby gets a rascal for his toe gout that he got from eating too much of the Louie Anderson special?