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It was a warm, sunny day, and, seeing as I had that particularly fresh feeling that you get in your mouth after a visit to the dentist's (it's a mix between Listerine and Oral B chewing gum), I felt like having a chat with an old lady in bus stop terminal No.3 .
I decided to talk about something awkward, since that's what everyone seems to avoid these days. So, armed with my talkative mouth and lively brain, I decided to have a conversation with her about.... computer games. This is how it went.
Me: Hello. The weather's been pretty warm recently, hasn't it?
(Old lady looks up)
Old lady: Hmm? Oh yes, yes. Ooh, I'm telling you, the weather has changed a lot over here... one minute it's raining cats and dogs, and then it's shining like a Mexican heat wave. It wasn't like this at all in my day. Not at all.
Me: Oh? So you've been to Mexico before?
Old lady: Why of course... I've been around the world in my lifetime, my dear... and if it wasn't for this, I'd still be on a luxury cruise around the world right now.
(Old lady show shaking hand while talking)
Me: Oh. So what do you think about computer games?
Old lady: I'm sorry?
Me: You know, games run on electricity ...usually on computers.
Old lady: Oh, those - you mean Atari, don't you?
Me: Yes, that's right. What do you think about how it's affected the community of today?
Old lady: Oh, it's dreadful. I don't know much about the things myself, but I tell you, I have a grandson who plays on his computer all day, and whenever he visits, the first thing he always asks is, "Can I play on the Playstation, gran?" It's dreadful.
Me: Really? So you play on computers yourself then?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, no, no - it's my husband, you see. He also plays a lot on the computer, everyday, just like our grandson. When he's not doing some gardening, like any right husband should, he's on the computer, either playing his "Crash Bandicoot" or his "Metal Gear Solid". Don't ask me what they are mind - I wouldn't have a clue - but that's what he rambles on about every night at the dinner table. If it's not getting "power-ups" or collecting bonuses, it's "Solid Snake" and his "stealth" adventures for the good of mankind. Ooh, I tell you, I don't know what he's on about most of the time.
Me: Do you ever get annoyed then, watching him play on his computer when you think he should be out doing the gardening, or fixing the car?
Old lady: Fixing the car? ha ha ha! Ooh, I tell you young man, the day my husband fixes the car is the day the entire world agrees with each other on one thing. But yes, I do get very annoyed sometimes, when all he does is want to play on his Playstation and I want him to plant some more roses or marigold flowers. In fact, one time I was so annoyed, I picked up the grey box that was always plugged into the TV and threw it as hard as I could across the room!!
Me: Wow. So... he was upset afterwards because he couldn't play on his Playstation anymore, but forgave you and saw sense later, right?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, he was upset, I'll tell you that. He shouted at me, blabbing on about how he couldn't have his fun and how his athritis was coming back now that he wasn't distracted away from it... but later on, to my amazement, he tried to use the computer again, and it worked! As if nothing had happened before my little... rage.
Me: Oh. So, do you play computer games yourself?
Old lady: No, no - although come to think of it, I did play on one of those machines near the coast - oh, what are they called again?
Me: Arcades?
Old lady: That's it, and I remember how much my friends used to spend on them - at one time, my best threw away her entire summer holiday savings on one machine!!! They hypnotized your mind, the machines did, and at the same time, they gobbled up your money. And it was hard to earn some proper notes in those days, my lad.
Me: It's still hard today for us youngsters, you know.
Old lady: Hmm? Ha ha, I'm telling you now, it was a hard life back then... we didn't have machines to do our jobs for us, and...
Me: hey, isn't that your bus coming now?
Old lady: ...no, young man, I think it's the next one.
Me: Oh, well I think this is mine then. Good bye.
(I jump on the bus, shove the fee into the driver's hands, grab the ticket and run to the back seat)
Old lady: Oh? Oh, OK.
END CONVERSATION
NOTE: THIS CONVERSATION IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. CHARACTERS SUCH AS "OLD LADY" AND "ME" WERE INVENTED FOR THE SAKE OF... OH, WAIT, THAT'S NOT QUITE RIGHT. THE "ME" PART REPRESENTS THE PART OF - MYSELF, BUT THE REST OF THE CONVERSATION AND ITS OBJECTS, INCLUDING THE CONVERSATION ITSELF, WERE MADE UP... WHICH MEANS THAT I WAS IN FACT, TALKING TO MYSELF... OH DEAR.
I decided to talk about something awkward, since that's what everyone seems to avoid these days. So, armed with my talkative mouth and lively brain, I decided to have a conversation with her about.... computer games. This is how it went.
Me: Hello. The weather's been pretty warm recently, hasn't it?
(Old lady looks up)
Old lady: Hmm? Oh yes, yes. Ooh, I'm telling you, the weather has changed a lot over here... one minute it's raining cats and dogs, and then it's shining like a Mexican heat wave. It wasn't like this at all in my day. Not at all.
Me: Oh? So you've been to Mexico before?
Old lady: Why of course... I've been around the world in my lifetime, my dear... and if it wasn't for this, I'd still be on a luxury cruise around the world right now.
(Old lady show shaking hand while talking)
Me: Oh. So what do you think about computer games?
Old lady: I'm sorry?
Me: You know, games run on electricity ...usually on computers.
Old lady: Oh, those - you mean Atari, don't you?
Me: Yes, that's right. What do you think about how it's affected the community of today?
Old lady: Oh, it's dreadful. I don't know much about the things myself, but I tell you, I have a grandson who plays on his computer all day, and whenever he visits, the first thing he always asks is, "Can I play on the Playstation, gran?" It's dreadful.
Me: Really? So you play on computers yourself then?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, no, no - it's my husband, you see. He also plays a lot on the computer, everyday, just like our grandson. When he's not doing some gardening, like any right husband should, he's on the computer, either playing his "Crash Bandicoot" or his "Metal Gear Solid". Don't ask me what they are mind - I wouldn't have a clue - but that's what he rambles on about every night at the dinner table. If it's not getting "power-ups" or collecting bonuses, it's "Solid Snake" and his "stealth" adventures for the good of mankind. Ooh, I tell you, I don't know what he's on about most of the time.
Me: Do you ever get annoyed then, watching him play on his computer when you think he should be out doing the gardening, or fixing the car?
Old lady: Fixing the car? ha ha ha! Ooh, I tell you young man, the day my husband fixes the car is the day the entire world agrees with each other on one thing. But yes, I do get very annoyed sometimes, when all he does is want to play on his Playstation and I want him to plant some more roses or marigold flowers. In fact, one time I was so annoyed, I picked up the grey box that was always plugged into the TV and threw it as hard as I could across the room!!
Me: Wow. So... he was upset afterwards because he couldn't play on his Playstation anymore, but forgave you and saw sense later, right?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, he was upset, I'll tell you that. He shouted at me, blabbing on about how he couldn't have his fun and how his athritis was coming back now that he wasn't distracted away from it... but later on, to my amazement, he tried to use the computer again, and it worked! As if nothing had happened before my little... rage.
Me: Oh. So, do you play computer games yourself?
Old lady: No, no - although come to think of it, I did play on one of those machines near the coast - oh, what are they called again?
Me: Arcades?
Old lady: That's it, and I remember how much my friends used to spend on them - at one time, my best threw away her entire summer holiday savings on one machine!!! They hypnotized your mind, the machines did, and at the same time, they gobbled up your money. And it was hard to earn some proper notes in those days, my lad.
Me: It's still hard today for us youngsters, you know.
Old lady: Hmm? Ha ha, I'm telling you now, it was a hard life back then... we didn't have machines to do our jobs for us, and...
Me: hey, isn't that your bus coming now?
Old lady: ...no, young man, I think it's the next one.
Me: Oh, well I think this is mine then. Good bye.
(I jump on the bus, shove the fee into the driver's hands, grab the ticket and run to the back seat)
Old lady: Oh? Oh, OK.
END CONVERSATION
NOTE: THIS CONVERSATION IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. CHARACTERS SUCH AS "OLD LADY" AND "ME" WERE INVENTED FOR THE SAKE OF... OH, WAIT, THAT'S NOT QUITE RIGHT. THE "ME" PART REPRESENTS THE PART OF - MYSELF, BUT THE REST OF THE CONVERSATION AND ITS OBJECTS, INCLUDING THE CONVERSATION ITSELF, WERE MADE UP... WHICH MEANS THAT I WAS IN FACT, TALKING TO MYSELF... OH DEAR.
Yeah, most people wouldn't walk up to someone and start a convo. I am really shy so don't expect me to do it.
Mmm...i had a feeling that story was made up from the outset, however a nice little story to whittle away the time.
Don't we all. And I'm sure that if this was real, she would have missed her bus.
Hehe cool cool.
I wish old ladts were that intresting.
I wish old ladts were that intresting.
Couldn't be bothered to read it all, but the end bit was particularly funny...hehe...:D
"Conversation", I meant. Don't know if converation is a word, to be honest.
It was a warm, sunny day, and, seeing as I had that particularly fresh feeling that you get in your mouth after a visit to the dentist's (it's a mix between Listerine and Oral B chewing gum), I felt like having a chat with an old lady in bus stop terminal No.3 .
I decided to talk about something awkward, since that's what everyone seems to avoid these days. So, armed with my talkative mouth and lively brain, I decided to have a conversation with her about.... computer games. This is how it went.
Me: Hello. The weather's been pretty warm recently, hasn't it?
(Old lady looks up)
Old lady: Hmm? Oh yes, yes. Ooh, I'm telling you, the weather has changed a lot over here... one minute it's raining cats and dogs, and then it's shining like a Mexican heat wave. It wasn't like this at all in my day. Not at all.
Me: Oh? So you've been to Mexico before?
Old lady: Why of course... I've been around the world in my lifetime, my dear... and if it wasn't for this, I'd still be on a luxury cruise around the world right now.
(Old lady show shaking hand while talking)
Me: Oh. So what do you think about computer games?
Old lady: I'm sorry?
Me: You know, games run on electricity ...usually on computers.
Old lady: Oh, those - you mean Atari, don't you?
Me: Yes, that's right. What do you think about how it's affected the community of today?
Old lady: Oh, it's dreadful. I don't know much about the things myself, but I tell you, I have a grandson who plays on his computer all day, and whenever he visits, the first thing he always asks is, "Can I play on the Playstation, gran?" It's dreadful.
Me: Really? So you play on computers yourself then?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, no, no - it's my husband, you see. He also plays a lot on the computer, everyday, just like our grandson. When he's not doing some gardening, like any right husband should, he's on the computer, either playing his "Crash Bandicoot" or his "Metal Gear Solid". Don't ask me what they are mind - I wouldn't have a clue - but that's what he rambles on about every night at the dinner table. If it's not getting "power-ups" or collecting bonuses, it's "Solid Snake" and his "stealth" adventures for the good of mankind. Ooh, I tell you, I don't know what he's on about most of the time.
Me: Do you ever get annoyed then, watching him play on his computer when you think he should be out doing the gardening, or fixing the car?
Old lady: Fixing the car? ha ha ha! Ooh, I tell you young man, the day my husband fixes the car is the day the entire world agrees with each other on one thing. But yes, I do get very annoyed sometimes, when all he does is want to play on his Playstation and I want him to plant some more roses or marigold flowers. In fact, one time I was so annoyed, I picked up the grey box that was always plugged into the TV and threw it as hard as I could across the room!!
Me: Wow. So... he was upset afterwards because he couldn't play on his Playstation anymore, but forgave you and saw sense later, right?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, he was upset, I'll tell you that. He shouted at me, blabbing on about how he couldn't have his fun and how his athritis was coming back now that he wasn't distracted away from it... but later on, to my amazement, he tried to use the computer again, and it worked! As if nothing had happened before my little... rage.
Me: Oh. So, do you play computer games yourself?
Old lady: No, no - although come to think of it, I did play on one of those machines near the coast - oh, what are they called again?
Me: Arcades?
Old lady: That's it, and I remember how much my friends used to spend on them - at one time, my best threw away her entire summer holiday savings on one machine!!! They hypnotized your mind, the machines did, and at the same time, they gobbled up your money. And it was hard to earn some proper notes in those days, my lad.
Me: It's still hard today for us youngsters, you know.
Old lady: Hmm? Ha ha, I'm telling you now, it was a hard life back then... we didn't have machines to do our jobs for us, and...
Me: hey, isn't that your bus coming now?
Old lady: ...no, young man, I think it's the next one.
Me: Oh, well I think this is mine then. Good bye.
(I jump on the bus, shove the fee into the driver's hands, grab the ticket and run to the back seat)
Old lady: Oh? Oh, OK.
END CONVERSATION
NOTE: THIS CONVERSATION IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. CHARACTERS SUCH AS "OLD LADY" AND "ME" WERE INVENTED FOR THE SAKE OF... OH, WAIT, THAT'S NOT QUITE RIGHT. THE "ME" PART REPRESENTS THE PART OF - MYSELF, BUT THE REST OF THE CONVERSATION AND ITS OBJECTS, INCLUDING THE CONVERSATION ITSELF, WERE MADE UP... WHICH MEANS THAT I WAS IN FACT, TALKING TO MYSELF... OH DEAR.
I decided to talk about something awkward, since that's what everyone seems to avoid these days. So, armed with my talkative mouth and lively brain, I decided to have a conversation with her about.... computer games. This is how it went.
Me: Hello. The weather's been pretty warm recently, hasn't it?
(Old lady looks up)
Old lady: Hmm? Oh yes, yes. Ooh, I'm telling you, the weather has changed a lot over here... one minute it's raining cats and dogs, and then it's shining like a Mexican heat wave. It wasn't like this at all in my day. Not at all.
Me: Oh? So you've been to Mexico before?
Old lady: Why of course... I've been around the world in my lifetime, my dear... and if it wasn't for this, I'd still be on a luxury cruise around the world right now.
(Old lady show shaking hand while talking)
Me: Oh. So what do you think about computer games?
Old lady: I'm sorry?
Me: You know, games run on electricity ...usually on computers.
Old lady: Oh, those - you mean Atari, don't you?
Me: Yes, that's right. What do you think about how it's affected the community of today?
Old lady: Oh, it's dreadful. I don't know much about the things myself, but I tell you, I have a grandson who plays on his computer all day, and whenever he visits, the first thing he always asks is, "Can I play on the Playstation, gran?" It's dreadful.
Me: Really? So you play on computers yourself then?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, no, no - it's my husband, you see. He also plays a lot on the computer, everyday, just like our grandson. When he's not doing some gardening, like any right husband should, he's on the computer, either playing his "Crash Bandicoot" or his "Metal Gear Solid". Don't ask me what they are mind - I wouldn't have a clue - but that's what he rambles on about every night at the dinner table. If it's not getting "power-ups" or collecting bonuses, it's "Solid Snake" and his "stealth" adventures for the good of mankind. Ooh, I tell you, I don't know what he's on about most of the time.
Me: Do you ever get annoyed then, watching him play on his computer when you think he should be out doing the gardening, or fixing the car?
Old lady: Fixing the car? ha ha ha! Ooh, I tell you young man, the day my husband fixes the car is the day the entire world agrees with each other on one thing. But yes, I do get very annoyed sometimes, when all he does is want to play on his Playstation and I want him to plant some more roses or marigold flowers. In fact, one time I was so annoyed, I picked up the grey box that was always plugged into the TV and threw it as hard as I could across the room!!
Me: Wow. So... he was upset afterwards because he couldn't play on his Playstation anymore, but forgave you and saw sense later, right?
Old lady: Hmm? Oh, he was upset, I'll tell you that. He shouted at me, blabbing on about how he couldn't have his fun and how his athritis was coming back now that he wasn't distracted away from it... but later on, to my amazement, he tried to use the computer again, and it worked! As if nothing had happened before my little... rage.
Me: Oh. So, do you play computer games yourself?
Old lady: No, no - although come to think of it, I did play on one of those machines near the coast - oh, what are they called again?
Me: Arcades?
Old lady: That's it, and I remember how much my friends used to spend on them - at one time, my best threw away her entire summer holiday savings on one machine!!! They hypnotized your mind, the machines did, and at the same time, they gobbled up your money. And it was hard to earn some proper notes in those days, my lad.
Me: It's still hard today for us youngsters, you know.
Old lady: Hmm? Ha ha, I'm telling you now, it was a hard life back then... we didn't have machines to do our jobs for us, and...
Me: hey, isn't that your bus coming now?
Old lady: ...no, young man, I think it's the next one.
Me: Oh, well I think this is mine then. Good bye.
(I jump on the bus, shove the fee into the driver's hands, grab the ticket and run to the back seat)
Old lady: Oh? Oh, OK.
END CONVERSATION
NOTE: THIS CONVERSATION IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. CHARACTERS SUCH AS "OLD LADY" AND "ME" WERE INVENTED FOR THE SAKE OF... OH, WAIT, THAT'S NOT QUITE RIGHT. THE "ME" PART REPRESENTS THE PART OF - MYSELF, BUT THE REST OF THE CONVERSATION AND ITS OBJECTS, INCLUDING THE CONVERSATION ITSELF, WERE MADE UP... WHICH MEANS THAT I WAS IN FACT, TALKING TO MYSELF... OH DEAR.