Thursday, January 27, 2011
Why Was I Riding The Bus?
Some 'old coot' I know via golf proudly told me recently how many *broads he used to get*.
He informed me that he rode a bike (Harley?) and was in a *gang*.
Yeah, so what?
He told me that he used to ride down the streets of Philadelphia and women would flag him down, and jump on back.
OldCootBiker - Because girls love guys who ride motorcycles...
CaptiousNut - Why???
He was looking at me now - like I was a Moron!
OldCootBiker - I don't know but they always have. Not for anything I was a good looking guy back then too. (Then he mentioned something forgettable about how his *hair* used to be way back when)....Heck our gang found an abandoned building over by the Museum....we threw a bunch of old mattresses in it and used to bring the girls there.
Now when I was younger and more Captious I used to mock and call BS on these types of chest-thumping 'old coot' reminiscences all the time.
But as I'm getting less new myself I've developed a more understanding, a more sympathetic attitude.
As my wife and I love to say, "Let them remember it they way they want to remember it!"