old people

I was sitting across from my partner tonight at Sine, concepting over irish nachos, when my attention was drawn to something outside on the street. A line of old people were loading onto what looked to be a huge old people tour bus of some sort. I turned to my partner, apologized, and proceeded to tell him loudly that I was distracted by all the old people. As soon as I said this, I realized that the line of old people was leading from the bus into the restaurant, and that there was a white-haired man standing right beside our table, giving me the stink eye.

But I doubt he even heard me.

Or really saw me.

What with him being old and all.

Zing!