Sweet About Me

So there's this little old lady who lives in the area. Some may call her a sweet little old lady, I've always wondered though, if this term only applies to actual physically 'little' old ladies..I mean if they were round at the hips would they still be referred to as 'little' old ladies...I ponder this only because I've never heard anyone say "Oh look at that sweet big old lady", it just doesn't sound right.

Well anyway, there's this little old lady who is often found pottering about in her garden, pulling out weeds, planting seeds, saving the world..you know, that kinda stuff. There have been times where I've gone out of my way to be noticed by her when walking past. I mean, who doesn't want a sweet little old lady to love them? Maybe she'd take me under her wing, she could show me her stamp collection and then her old photo albums, we would sit back in our matching rocking chairs on her porch and sip on our chilled lemonade. Sighing and reminiscing about our golden years. Of course she would have known I was just putting it on, the colour of my hair is as close to gold as I'm ever gonna get. Anyway so the sweet little old lady would play along with my fantasy as not to hurt my feelings, I'm more fragile than her 70 year old bones let me tell you. Feeling sorry for me she'd politely ask me to wait outside while she ducked in to fetch me some freshly baked cookies to take home, for you know..an after dinner treat. Now if this fantasy sounds familiar to you it's probably because you've thought about it too!

We had a great friendship, me and her. We just had this understanding. She was the sweet little old lady who dug up weeds in the garden and I was the stray puppy often found roaming down the street. Well...it was a great friendship, that was until her bald creepy looking son started standing by her fence daily like a guard dog, but even the ugliest dog was still well..cute. This cannot be said of her 'son'. Maybe he was her new best friend? Had i been replaced? Maybe she feared for her safety and needed a dog with abit more bite, I'm alot of things but I'm not fierce. Not Tyra Banks ffffierce anyway. In fact, I think even ants silently mock me. I'd have to accept it though, I was no longer needed and that was just fine. I didn't need her anyway.

From then on I decided to walk on the other side of the road, the view was better anyway. And as I'd pass the sweet little old ladies house I'd glance over with a glazed look in my eyes. How could anyone say no to this cute puppy?

This had all been long forgotten and buried deep in my pit of abandonment until today. I saw her again. But this time not at her usual hang but at the bus stop! No weeds here. She looked very very conspicuous mind you. Like a secret agent..only she wore grey and a pretty hat. She looked excited, she was going somewhere, she was doing something, she was someone. And she had something in her bag...I wonder what it was. Dog food perhaps.