Laughter, the best medicine.
We were contently driving along back to Eisenberg, Bob focusing on the road and I was dreaming up a storm, ideas and lunch. Thoughts hardly ever keep in check thankfully. Sitting in the co-driver's seat gives one ample opportunity to survey the passing countryside and now and again utter the odd nag or two. Nurture or nature... strangely enough, I've heard mum give a few hints and opinions while being the passenger.
As our village is just that, a village, we tend to recognize most inhabitants if not by name, then by car. Going for an excursion to town invariably means meeting up with fellow villagers. Even today we met our neighbours in the dairy aisle and had a long chat even though we literally live ten meters apart. That's life, I guess.
Bob and my tastes in music can only be described as opposite and that's fine. Even though I don't have to pretend to like his music he now and again tries to inspire a spout of nagging by turning the volume up a couple of notches. What's good for the goose is good for the gander and I can only imagine his face when I turn up the volume to Old Blue Eyes.
Bob, on our way back had put on his CD which could easily be confused with a religious group; The Jesus and Mary Chain... and which wasn't bad to listen to but it didn't make me sing along or as in Bob's case, bob along...
Driving over the bridge in Hannersdorf I noticed a carer taking out an elderly woman and as we passed her, she smiled and waved vigorously at us.
" Oh Bob, who was that friendly woman? Do I know her? "
" What woman are you talking about? "It was the funniest thing...Bob was so enjoying his music, singing along and doing the head nod that as we drove past this lady she mistook Bob's musical enjoyment for a greeting. Bob had the grace to look embarrassed by his rudeness and not before long we were laughing at the funny side of it.
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