You can change your mind, but you can’t change your heart.
Or something, right?
Yesterday morning on the bike path I took a foto of bleu mustang.
Pretty car. Hot car, actually.
An older gentleman standing to my right, asks me, “You like it ?”
And, of course, I said, “Uh huh, she’s pretty.”
Well, for about 90 seconds, our conversation was as follows:
I was going to get one.
Yes, my wife didn’t want me to be unreasonable so, I didn’t.
Oh, well. Maybe another time?
Once in a while I go and look at some antique cars in the Inland Empire and sit inside just to get a thrill.
Well, I guess sometimes a thrill is good enough.
No ma’am*. A thrill is not enough.
If that’s all you can get, then,
well, it’s sad really. If you have a desire for something then a thrill is just unfinished business.
At least your wife is happy. Happy wife means happy life, right ?
What does it matter to say ‘okay, dear’ if you’re going to regret it?
Yikes, maybe you should stay away from these cars if they just remind you of regret. ( I giggled, but I wanted to hit him over the head.)
No ma’am*. They remind me I’ve failed.
Oh no! I’m sure you didn’t fail.
You, young lady**, make sure you don’t have any unfinished business.
Yeah. No. I don’t. I won’t. (THOUGHT: Gah, it was too early for this. I mean I just want to take a foto an add it to the bleu pack.)
That conversation seems like it was somewhat of a downer. It wasn’t. It was cute.
His voice was gentle, and he wasn’t weary or upset.
He was just soft-spoken and, in his way, a little wise and a lot of matter-of-fact.
Maybe I’ll see him next time I’m there. Maybe. Maybe I’ll take his picture.
I didn’t take his picture, but I have this picture I took of this other man in manhattan beach, and it reminded me a little of the man on the bike path.
*What the? Did he just call me ma’am ?! Gah!
**He said that! And I wanted to say, “Wait a minute, say that again! You know, the ‘young’ part not the ‘unfinished business.’