Old Guy Coolness
Thursday night Liz and I went to dinner at The Wingstop. Charla had offered to babysit Margaret for us. A few minutes after we sat down, a young family with a 9-12 month old girl sat next to us, and an older guy (late fifties, early sixties) sat across from us and sipped on a Shiner Bock. Liz and I talked for awhile, reveling in our temporary childlessness, waiting on our food. The young family and the old guy were waiting too. Out of the blue, the old guy reaches in an inner pocket of his jacket and produces a long yellow balloon. As quickly as he produces it, he inflates it and begins folding and twisting. Moments later, he's fashioned it into a dog. The young family, and Liz and I are all checking this out without trying to be too overt about it. As soon as he's finished making the dog, he stands up, walks across the aisle, and hands it to the little girl, who's grinning from ear to ear. He doesn't make a big deal of it. The family thanks him, and he nods and goes back to his table and sits down. Less than a minute later, they call his name, and he grabs a t go order of food and is gone. That's one of the coolest things I've seen this week. I can't wait to be an old guy so I can do stuff like that too. I think if I did it at my current age, it would come across in a very creepy pedophilic way.