The other day, I was seating in a pub by myself, next to the garden door. An old chap, walking slowly, stuck his nose out, and retreating, complained:
- The Sun is burning, son, let me tell you!
He then walked slowly back to his table. A few minutes later, I was at the bar ordering a last drink before my scheduled appointment, the old chap called from his chair enquiring whether I could bring him a Guinness, which I did. I sat at his table.
- You see, young man, I've been in this city for 72 years, and let me tell you, at my age, there's one thing you miss, and that's love! If only one person were to care about me ...
- Sure, but that person exists!
- I beg your pardon!
- Yes, that person exists, and that is you!
- I don't like myself!
- But if you don't love yourself, how do you expect anyone else would?
- I had never thought of that!
- You know, no one can make you feel miserable without your permission!
He staid silent. I stood up and left the pub.
I probably won't see David ever again, even though he admitted being a regular. I'm just happy that, even for a few minutes, I have been able to change this man perception.
Think: a Froggie turning a Lord upside down!
