Coming out of Costco tonight the voices in my head just ran riot…….“oh thank heavens it’s stopped raining. My god, does that woman know she’s too old to expose that much of her bosom, and you really shouldn’t wear short skirts at THAT age. Great, someones’ parked next to me. If I have a door ding I’ll be upset!”
SHUT UP SHUT UP, I pleaded, but the voices continued.
“Do I need more wine? No, I have enough. What am I cooking this weekend? Hey watch where you’re going. Dammed Hyundai’s they’re taking over.”
“Oh, what a lovely Porsche, I bet that can shift. I wonder who’s it is. Probably some hot young man.”
I was aware of someone standing in front of me and looked up to see a gentleman smiling at me. He was about the same age as me (okay, I’ll tell you mid fifties) and quite well put together.
“I’m not a young man, but I still consider myself a pretty warm, not steaming hot, but certainly not cold.”
Was he reading my mind, I was speechless. I stood and gawked at him.
He laughed out loud now. “I guess you live alone,” he said, “and yes you were talking out loud.”