Yesterday, Chia and I went to our local post office in the afternoon. There was a line of senior citizens ahead of us. We chitchatted a bit and waited patiently for being called by the next rep. We overheard their conversation and guessed they might be neighbors or friends that bump into each other once in a blue moon. What we heard was really hilarious and didn’t expect any of that but in a comedy show.
Old Man A: Hey! How are you doing?
Old Man B: I am well.
(Then they kind of talked about this and that)
Old Man A: A couple days ago, I saw your wife. She is really young and beautiful. (From his facial expression, he is probably thinking the word “She is hot. You lucky son of a gun!”)
Old Man B: My wife?! She died four years ago. That’s my daughter.
(Old Man A smile awkwardly and never turned back.)