All three of us went down to the local tip the other day. I strode off to dump a broken toilet. Meanwhile, W opened the back door of the car and tended to little J as he sat in his seat.
Old man: (opening the driver's door) Excuse me, you're in my car.
W: No, I don't think so
Old man: Yes, yes, this is my car.
W: Well this is my baby. Unless you've kidnapped him, I think this is my car.
The old man quickly sees his error and returns to the car beside ours (different make, different colour, different everything). He sees me as I approach. I'm totally oblivious to what's just happened.
Old man: (flustered, looking at me) I'm getting too old for this...
I smile and nod, unsure as to why I'm being addressed. I thought it was only Danny Glover who said that in the Lethal Weapon movies. Seems not. It all falls into place as W tells me the story on the way home.
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