Zaphod
Jedi
So I got some time off work decorating and stuff. My wife and myself come out of Tesco and go back to the car - and I take the trolley back, I then run in to someone who says 'hey, how's (my workplace).. I didn't recognise him. I say' I'm sorry... do I recognise you?'.. So, predictably, given the title of the post, it's Trevor - but I spend at least a minute in conversation with this chap trying to put the image before me in to some kind of context. I know the name, but I don't recognise him.
I worked with him for about a year - and a recent one - but he was a cocky guy in muscle shirts who was constantly chasing the ladies. The man before me had a cap on, glasses and walking uncomfortably with a walking stick. He looked like an old man, despite the fact he's about half my age.
In all that conversation, I didn't ask him what had happened... How the hell he's gone from the chap I knew, to ending up with a walking stick and struggling to make his way around the trollies and in to Tesco.
You ever get the feeling you failed a life test? That a test comes by and you only see it afterwards?
Fail fail fail.. over and over.. jesus bloody wept, I have to do better than this
I worked with him for about a year - and a recent one - but he was a cocky guy in muscle shirts who was constantly chasing the ladies. The man before me had a cap on, glasses and walking uncomfortably with a walking stick. He looked like an old man, despite the fact he's about half my age.
In all that conversation, I didn't ask him what had happened... How the hell he's gone from the chap I knew, to ending up with a walking stick and struggling to make his way around the trollies and in to Tesco.
You ever get the feeling you failed a life test? That a test comes by and you only see it afterwards?
Fail fail fail.. over and over.. jesus bloody wept, I have to do better than this
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