The irritable old man leaned forward and glowered at me.
“What’s bothering me?” the curmudgeon repeated. Maybe he was actually mocking me.
“Constipation,” he finally conceded.
“Anything else?”
“My feet hurt.”
“And?”
“I’m aging.”
He leaned back and sighed.
“And they’re all getting worse,” he added, scowling.
3 Apr 2008 |
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