I went down to get a coffee with my friend Con this afternoon. The walk was only about two and a half blocks but in that time he managed to collide with three elderly pedestrians – all in separate incidences. Con was very apologetic, even though none of the accidents were his fault. On our way back from the cafe a white-haired man driving a gofer made a beeline for my friend. Con allowed the frustration to get the better of him and firmly stood his ground. It was the most unlikely game of chicken you could ever imagine. No major injuries were caused by the collision, but Con quickly rose from the footpath and hurled abuse at the innocent-looking senior.
“What the fuck is it with you old people,” he yelled. “I’m happy to give a bit of slack but you were aiming straight for me.”
The old man laughed. “One day you just realise - provided you hold your ground, people will get out of your way.” He smiled. “I’ve been doing it since ’79 and this is the first accident I’ve had.”
“What the fuck is it with you old people,” he yelled. “I’m happy to give a bit of slack but you were aiming straight for me.”
The old man laughed. “One day you just realise - provided you hold your ground, people will get out of your way.” He smiled. “I’ve been doing it since ’79 and this is the first accident I’ve had.”