I went to L. A. Fitness to take a nice dip in the pool. After an hour of swimming, I decided to go inside the jacuzzi. As I was sitting in the hot water an old white man came in and sat down. I looked at him and wondered how old he was, I wanted to ask I him, but I got scared. Then a black man came into the jacuzzi. We were all quiet, just relaxing in the warm water. I wanted to talk them so bad, so I just said it! I asked the question that I’ve been dying to ask them!! “How old are you guys?”
(I don’t know their names, so I just identified them as their “race”)
“I’m 83,” says the white man.
“Really? I thought you were 86!” I tell him.
The black man answers, “I’m 70,” he says in a calm way.
“Ohh, you know what, you look your age actually. How old do you guys think I am?”
The black man right away says, “You looked about ten!”
WM: “I think you’re 19.”
Me: “Nope, I’m 18.”
The white man was sitting closer to me and he mentioned that too, so he can see my age. Ha!
We began a conversation about the past wars. The white man is a veteran of the Korean War!! And the black a veteran of the Vietnam War!! It was pretty cool talking to them. We also talked about race and religion and about how people don’t really talk to each other anymore. We are so divided. I’m glad I started up a conversation with them. That was fun. I was afraid to ask them their age because I assumed they thought it would be rude, but they were open and answered honestly. I love old people.