A marriage proposal
You already know about me and public transportation. The things I see and experience. I could probably write a book about that. What happened to me today is a first.
There I was sitting at the bust stop. I was unusually late, although if I look at the past two weeks I was unusually early. This sweet old man walks up. Old as in retired but not old as in needing a walker. He has grocery bags in his hand so I assumed he was going shopping. He sat down next to me and said Good morning. Well, as you know people don't say good morning so I gave him my big smile and said Hi! I guess that was the sign.
He: "I sure am happy with this weather today. Nice and cold."
Me: " Oh no. I'm not happy"
He: "I prefer the cold. We are both a bit heavy so you'll understand. I find it hard to breathe when it is too hot."
Me: "I understand but I prefer hot weather."
He chuckles and I smile back.
We sat looking at the children walk by for a few seconds. I start to wonder where he is from. Is he Irish or Scottish? Or maybe from the North? I am so rubbish with accents but at least I can hear there is an accent here so that is an improvement.
He: "When does the summer holiday starts?"
Me: "I thought this week was the last one."
He: "Could be. I don't know anymore because they changed it. Used to be 31st of July was the last day.
I used to work for the rail company and we didn't like the holidays."
Me: "Really? Why not?"
He: "Because all these kids like hanging out by the bridges, you see. And they throw things over the bridge."
He demonstrates and I nod sympathetically.
He: "It's not only cans and things, but stones as well. And they don't care if it lands on the trains!"
Me: "Now I understand why you don't like it. I look forward to school holidays because the trains are emptier and you dread the holidays."
We share a laugh and I forget to look out for the bus because this man is entertaining me.
He: "So where are you from?"
Me: "From the Caribbean."
He: "Very nice. As you can hear I'm Irish."
Me: "Kind of hard to hide that accent, isn't it?" (I could be an actress I think).
He: " So are you looking for a husband?"
Me: "Not really. Are you looking for a wife?"
He: "Sure am."
Me: "I thought without one you can have more fun."
He: "No, me get kind of lonely sometimes."
Me: "Don't you like the freedom? I'm kind of enjoying this whole single thing."
He shakes his head, "No, I want someone. You don't have a boyfriend? Maybe I should your phone number then."
He points and I turn to see the bus arriving. As we wait for the doors to open, I say to him: "You are going to need some very good reasons to get me to consider the wife thing."
He: "Oh, I can be convincing." and gives me a huge smile.
There I was sitting at the bust stop. I was unusually late, although if I look at the past two weeks I was unusually early. This sweet old man walks up. Old as in retired but not old as in needing a walker. He has grocery bags in his hand so I assumed he was going shopping. He sat down next to me and said Good morning. Well, as you know people don't say good morning so I gave him my big smile and said Hi! I guess that was the sign.
He: "I sure am happy with this weather today. Nice and cold."
Me: " Oh no. I'm not happy"
He: "I prefer the cold. We are both a bit heavy so you'll understand. I find it hard to breathe when it is too hot."
Me: "I understand but I prefer hot weather."
He chuckles and I smile back.
We sat looking at the children walk by for a few seconds. I start to wonder where he is from. Is he Irish or Scottish? Or maybe from the North? I am so rubbish with accents but at least I can hear there is an accent here so that is an improvement.
He: "When does the summer holiday starts?"
Me: "I thought this week was the last one."
He: "Could be. I don't know anymore because they changed it. Used to be 31st of July was the last day.
I used to work for the rail company and we didn't like the holidays."
Me: "Really? Why not?"
He: "Because all these kids like hanging out by the bridges, you see. And they throw things over the bridge."
He demonstrates and I nod sympathetically.
He: "It's not only cans and things, but stones as well. And they don't care if it lands on the trains!"
Me: "Now I understand why you don't like it. I look forward to school holidays because the trains are emptier and you dread the holidays."
We share a laugh and I forget to look out for the bus because this man is entertaining me.
He: "So where are you from?"
Me: "From the Caribbean."
He: "Very nice. As you can hear I'm Irish."
Me: "Kind of hard to hide that accent, isn't it?" (I could be an actress I think).
He: " So are you looking for a husband?"
Me: "Not really. Are you looking for a wife?"
He: "Sure am."
Me: "I thought without one you can have more fun."
He: "No, me get kind of lonely sometimes."
Me: "Don't you like the freedom? I'm kind of enjoying this whole single thing."
He shakes his head, "No, I want someone. You don't have a boyfriend? Maybe I should your phone number then."
He points and I turn to see the bus arriving. As we wait for the doors to open, I say to him: "You are going to need some very good reasons to get me to consider the wife thing."
He: "Oh, I can be convincing." and gives me a huge smile.
I saw my future husband again yesterday. The man is good for my confidence. He told me he was sure I would look very good in a mini skirt. But that I would probably cause a traffic jam.
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