Have you ever been waiting for someone for so long, and you’re one second away from saying fuck it, I’m out? you know that feeling? well I don’t, why? because I’m patient unlike you, you short-tempered creature, and who bails on his friend anyway?
So, I’m waiting for this guy to come and get me so we could go play a game of football , when all of a sudden I notice this old man , grey hair or what’s left of it for that matter , back hunched a little bit , leaning on his crutch , which could be used as a weapon if need be , against cats ,stray dogs or birds.
When you’re that old , most if not all mundane tasks become challenging , he was moving slowly , and with every step he took I could hear his bones creak , he suddenly stopped , and looked in my direction . Shit , did he hear me make fun of him? No way he did , because I didn’t make fun of him in the first place , maybe his looks were a way of saying : HELP ME YOU LITTLE BASTARD ! .
Obviously as any rational person would do in this situation , I continued observing him , because there is no way I’m approaching a stranger , besides I didn’t put him in that situation , maybe if he slowed down on the one night stands and got himself a proper wife he would have his kids by his side now , instead of looking for my help .
After a few seconds , he took a detour which took him an eternity , and in the process he stomped on a snail , and continued walking peacefully . I felt sorry for him to be honest , not the old man , but the snail .
He was probably going home to see his snail kids , and his snail wife to have some snail sex after a long day working at the snail factory , now all that’s left of him are the memories forever engraved in his family’s minds .
Rest in pieces little fellow , you will be remembered .