Fun Little Stories

A lot of people I know tell me that I think too much. I think its a little weird, but mostly because no one thinks in the same terms as I do. I am a Psychology major and I work retail. So I like to think about the way people feel when they walk in, or use the way they look to invent little stories in m head about these people. I also do his when I see people driving. I wonder what other people are thinking about when they drive. Do they think about the same things as I do when I am driving? Are they listening to the same kind of music or something classical? In conclusion, I ask a lot of questions. Bu I will tell you this lovely story I invented about a man that came into my work today.

I named the man today Artie. (No, that is not his real name and I did not ask him his name, I made it up as I went.) I also like to call him little buddy because he was one of those poor little helpless old men. He came into the store alone today, no wife, no kids. He is probably somewhere in his mid-80's. Artie came into the store today looking for hearing aid batteries. I helped him find the hearing aid batteries, but I was not the one that installed them for him(I assume he went to the car and installed them himself). Artie came back in and couldn't hear a thing, I practically had to yell at the man to get him to hear me. I asked him to take his hearing aid out and hand it tome s that I could check to make sure that he installed the hearing aid battery correctly. He had indeed installed the hearing aid battery correctly, and that concludes my knowledge on hearing aids. I then sent him to the pharmacy, as I work in a store with a pharmacy, to see if they knew anything about them. I then distracted myself with something else only to find the poor old man leaving the store a couple minutes later not being able to hear me..

So, here is my conclusion on Mr. Artie's life: Artie is a retired war veteran, probably fought in the big Vietnam war. He has gone deaf due to the sound of overhead missiles and the loud back fire of gun fire. His wife died, probably at least 3-5 years ago. Gaining from his mental state, he is living alone. He does fine without his wife now, but still misses her and her ability to help him. He fell in love with his wife at a very young age, and had been married to her for 51 years before her passing. They had built their entire life together and being without her was very difficult at first.  He has a daughter and a son. But they moved away and don't come see him very often because it is probably too much trouble to take care of someone in his age, and they probably don't want to see him die. He tries very hard to live independently, which is probably the reason he gave up trying to get help with his hearing aid at my store today. Other than the obvious old age signs, Artie is a very health old man. He has not come to the stage of having to put himself in a nursing home yet, and would probably die alone before he resorted to that type of embarrassment for himself.

Artie was a very nice old man. I doubt I will ever see him again, or learn if anything I just told you guys is true. I made all of that up while at work today. I do this fairly often, its a little fun. It also gives you good ideas for stories.

Until Next Time,

 

Mariah