Every day I drive down the same road at the same time on my way back from class. Every day there's this old lady standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at the cars that go by. She looks like the mother in Throw Mama From the Train. Every time I see her, she's muttering something very fast. I can't hear her, but I can see her lips moving. Nobody ever stands next to her, she's not talking to anybody else. I roll down the windows when I drive by and play five-second snippets of Beatles songs for her. Maybe they'll cheer her up.
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What class are you taking? I wonder about that old lady...maybe she's an international spy, and she's talking into a microphone you can't see...and the person she's looking for is a Beatles fan. You better run!
Posted by: Bonnie | Tuesday, June 15, 2004 at 07:23 PM