I was working with a gentleman in exercise class this morning because his regular partner wasn't there.
'Where's your wife today?' I asked.
He paused. 'In the grave.'
This is why I try to avoid talking to people.
He was fine about it: she died seventeen years ago. And I guessed from the pause that it was going to be something like that. Or that they weren't married but 'living in sin'. I really hoped that was the case.
'So where's the lady you usually come with?' (I don't give up easily.)
'I don't come with a lady.'
Okay, now I give up.
He is actually a very nice gentleman in his 80s who rambles and folk dances, and is very fit. And he does usually have the same partner, a lady that he doesn't come with but meets in the class, but unfortunately she's married.
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That's our Liz, opens mouth, inserts foot ;-)
Well, if you don't ask questions, you'll never know what's going on! And, you did find out that his wife is dead and the woman he usually exercises with isn't a lady!
That's why i try to keep it closed, Stu!
This is Husband's view too, Pam, but I am of the opinion if someone wants me to know something they will tell me.
I hate to laugh but LOLOLOL!
Some people go out of their way to make conversation difficult, don't they!
I love the way you don't give up easily Liz :-)
The KGB have a vacancy … interested?
Lol...by the end anyway!
@Smitoniusandsonata,
the ex KGB are called GRU nowadays.
The HQ address is Khoroshevskoye Shosse 76W, Moscow, BTW, if you want to write there.
Yes, I believe that if someone wants me to know something they will tell me; but, that doesn't keep me from embarrassing myself. A few years ago, while I was still active in disaster response, I helped some mass care folks carry cases of water into the rest area of a building that was near another building into which an airplane had crashed. As I set the water down, I saw a work friend sitting with a cup of coffee, chatting with another man.
After greeting the friend from work (whom I hadn't seen for 10 years, since retiring), the other man called me by name and I realized that he, too, had been a work friend. With great ebullience I started asking how they had been/what they had been up to. Fortunately, at that point, I realized that a cleric was entering the area and heading our way. Too late, I learned that the 2nd man's wife had been killed in the crash. I wanted to sink through the floor.
From thence forward, I stuck to doing my own disaster response job - coordinating with government officials - instead of being "helpful" to other taskings.
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