Some days ago an old lady died in the building where I live. She was apparently into her late 70s and she was moving slowly. Right now I'm listening to No Pressure Over Cappuccino from Alanis Morissette. That's a great song indeed. Well the old lady, she was totally crazy and weird, just as an example she used to stop cars and force people to bring her home upstairs. I used to laugh at her.
I mean, I don't feel regrets or anything, I never been harsh at her after all. But when I was coming back today I spotted a man and a woman bringing black bags into a minivan. I'm sure it was the old lady's daughter. I've never seen her but there's no doubt in my mind it was her.
Well now I should tell you that the old lady was abandoned by her family because she was kind of out her mind. They came to clean her apartment.
This strangely made me fucking sad. It seems to me I just witnessed the clean up of a lifetime, it was as simple as taking a bunch of old stuff into some big black plastic bags and everything is fine again. It just doesn't feel right to me. Therefore I made up the stupid story that you read below. It's just me, when I don't like stuff I just make up a different reality in my mind and start to believe it. It just comes natural to me. So here we go:
I'm starting to question if this was the old lady's plan right from the start. She was just making fun of us all and we were too busy or stupid or both to understand it. I can see her laughing at my awkward reactions at her mad behaviour. After all with a minor effort she was getting lifts at home from strangers, milk and electronic appliances' service, all for free. It doesn't sound stupid at all. And she also got rid of an annoying daughter (and you can't argue that a daughter leaving her crazy mom alone in her apartment could be annoying at times).
The more I think about it, it looks like she outsmarted us all. I'm starting to doubt she's dead at all. I guess she just got tired of the game (that's typical of smart people). Maybe she just hide in one of the black bags to have a safe way out (it makes sense for I know, to her being carried is a must). And having her daughter puffing and sweating at moving the big plastic bag adds some fun to the whole process.
Then good bye, old lady. I guess you can't be happy I spotted your evil plan, but still. Heck, I can't rule out that you read blogs or speak english at this stage...
Well now it's just a matter of getting the right car. I'm sure you won't have any problem forcing the poor driver to bring you where you want to go.
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