I was walking around the ¼ mile track at the park when two little boys ran
in front of me. I smiled at them and kept walking. I heard them talking and
one said to the other, “Let’s follow that Old Man.” Their little six year old legs
trotting along the track behind me. “Old Man!” the bigger of the two said. I turned
and looked at him as I was walking. “Hey Old Man!” he raised his little fist and
growled at me. “GRRRRRR,” said the second little boy, also giving me the fist salute.
I looked around for these feral little boys keeper and didn’t see anyone with an
empty leash or tranquilizer gun. The boys continued to run circles around me until
a shout was heard from the side of the hill. “YOU GUYS ARE IN SO MUCH
TROUBLE!” a Mom voice bellows. The bigger of the two whispers “Were in
so much trouble.” They trot away to their keeper for a conference as I continue
to walk, thinking about being called an Old Man. From the distance I hear the
little boys again trotting in my direction. “We’re Sorry!” trot trot trot “We’re Sorry.”
Very good I think, nice to be respected. The little boys, not getting my full attention yell,
“Hey Old Man, we’re sorry!”
That made my day.
