my little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you.
I took a bus home from school a few days ago and sat infront of this man and his son. it's not like I was eavesdropping. I swear I didn't try hard to listen to what he was saying because he was talking really loudly. so it was raining outside and I was feeling rather mellow, since the weather was sooo romantic. then I heard the man behind me explain the formation of rain to his son.
[let's just pretend I didn't listen to the whole conversation. shall punctuate the following with blablablahs. then it'll look like I wasn't paying attention the whole time hence I'll seem less creepy that way.]
man: you know why it's raining?
boy: no!
man: you see it's a whole process of evaporation and condensation blablabla and you see the clouds they get so heavy that blablabla-
boy: but how come I don't see any clouds it's so dark! [clever boy. so observant.]
man: ya that's why blablabla it looks so grey right blablabla but that's where the rain comes from
boy: but Daddy I don't understand! [oh now you're just getting annoying pay attention dammit]
man: yes it's okay I'm explaining to you blablabla [this time I really wasn't listening]
man: ...and that's why you shouldn't smoke smoking is bad for you.
suddenly I snapped back to reality and wondered how the hell did he manage to come up with such a conclusion? I swear it was so sneaky and his son seemed to understand everything perfectly. you get a handsome father, you look cute asking questions, not only do you learn about the stupid hydrological cycle; you find out smoking makes the sky turn grey.
that boy will grow up well.
I almost,
almost went up to the man to ask him to father my children. but I didn't because I remembered I was hungry, and food always comes before anything else. so I got distracted and went home.