elsid8472

MAN! Am I depressed, on the Bus into work this morning I met DEATH!
A pensioner sat down next to me, and well, I'll chat to almost anyone. He starts going on about, how lonely single life is past 60. His morning routine (EVERY MORNING), consists of a 1hr walk, he told me the route, followed by getting a newspaper. There then followed a discussion on which newspaper, was fair, acceptable etc. Back home for breakfast, what it was, then deckchair out in the back yard at 10am.
Then the penny dropped. He noticed green hair and pierceings. I had to hold my tongue as we, meaning he told me how what I did to my own body was wrong and a waste. Did he fight in the was so the youth of today could look like... (and he said sorry for this in advance) FREAKS?
It went downhill from there.
I politely told him I lost a great-grandad in the war and that I thought the war was about preservation of individual, personal liberties and freedom. He did NOT like that.