no, no, guys, don't get me wrong, our spring chick pam is not even half that age. this is more a projection into the very distant future when we hide the booze under the table and have a quick fag while our grand-grand children leave the room for a second.
i once overheard a very similar dialogue in cologne main station in the early hours while waiting for a train to hannover. the waiting room was open only to ticket holders, a motley crew already, but somehow a gang of four old birds had managed to get in. drinking from their schnaps bottles hidden in plastic bags they gave an account of the day. one had been caught shoplifting but was released because of her age and because she claimed forgetfulness, one had told her daughter to be a bit more inventive (for what??) and one had escaped the old folks home her children had put her in. i hid all morning in the broom cabinet before i ran away, she told the others. mutual agreement that this was well worth the trouble. the station police officers came by and teasingly greeted the four like old neighbours while the bottles disappeared, only to surface again two seconds later. i got so engaged with the lively discussion that i almost asked to join the table and even then i could see pam and myself just doing the same one day. let's say in another 51 years.
Happy Birthday, Schneck!
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