Don't judge an aunty ji by stereotypes.
Today my parents dragged me to one of Mum's colleage's houses, apparently some old lady named Mrs Claire who "lost her husband recently." Well, obviously I began to feel sorry for the old woman, but out of my natural stubborn nature, I refused to leave the house, complaining of heartburn.
I think you should have more realistic excuses than ones that'd result in parents rolling their eyes or rushing you to hospital.
Anyway, we reached the lady's house after an hour long drive, which I suspected would be the more entertaining part of the evening. Mum knocked on the wooden, old-lady-coloured door, and I waited while Mrs Claire fetched her walking stick to carefully walk down the stairs. Of course, her back should be hunched in an uncomfortable posotion when she opened the door with her shivering, wrinkled hands.
Footsteps. Well, she took her time about it. I forgave her, what better does an old woman know anyway?
Instead, the door opened quickly, with a burst of energy only my 9 year old sister could have. Well I didn't know she had children, especially those so young.
Door opens
... or those with short white hair
... who wore lipstick
... and a handsfree bluetooth device
The lady in front of us introduced herself as Mrs Claire as we walked in and apologised for the time it took for her to get down the stairs. Oh God, old people, I thought.
"I was just finishing off renewing the programs on the computer."
Say what?
Now, that wasn't all, she continued to act more and more like a 17 year old. So now I'll leave you with the picture the phrase "old people" makes in my mind.
I think you should have more realistic excuses than ones that'd result in parents rolling their eyes or rushing you to hospital.
Anyway, we reached the lady's house after an hour long drive, which I suspected would be the more entertaining part of the evening. Mum knocked on the wooden, old-lady-coloured door, and I waited while Mrs Claire fetched her walking stick to carefully walk down the stairs. Of course, her back should be hunched in an uncomfortable posotion when she opened the door with her shivering, wrinkled hands.
Footsteps. Well, she took her time about it. I forgave her, what better does an old woman know anyway?
Instead, the door opened quickly, with a burst of energy only my 9 year old sister could have. Well I didn't know she had children, especially those so young.
Door opens
... or those with short white hair
... who wore lipstick
... and a handsfree bluetooth device
The lady in front of us introduced herself as Mrs Claire as we walked in and apologised for the time it took for her to get down the stairs. Oh God, old people, I thought.
"I was just finishing off renewing the programs on the computer."
Say what?
Now, that wasn't all, she continued to act more and more like a 17 year old. So now I'll leave you with the picture the phrase "old people" makes in my mind.
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