A casual conversation

I was waiting at a tram stop when a woman in I'd say in her seventies engaged me in conversation. I immediately thought about what happens to prostitutes when they become old. 

"I just bought my fags in this shop", pointing a bit south. "I can get cheaper but the bloke in this shop smokes. I can smell it. I like to buy my cigarettes from someone who smokes". Yup, someone who sells killer products you would like to think also consumes killer products. I get where the woman was coming from.

She made me think. Do people in certain shops partake of the products they sell? Do liquor outlets staff drink? Are there meat butchers who are vegetarians? Do vegetarians serve meat dishes in cafes?

We once lunched with our Friend in Japan at a vegetarian restaurant here in Melbourne, at the St Kilda Sea Baths. I asked staff if the restaurant only employed vegetarians and he said no. He added they were unreliable and not great workers. My words, they need meat to become better workers. But our Friend in Japan is a vego, and so is another friend, a former blogger That's so Pants and they are good workers at whatever they turn to.

Phyliss and his friend are busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen as I type at 10pm. The aromas are enticing but Phyliss had already made me a spicy butter chicken and nan earlier. 

I can't remember which blogger said it, but yes, Phyllis is good blog fodder. 

Saturday Supplement

Kind of related to my earlier post, when last Sunday I told Ex Sis in Law about my prospective boarder, there was an infiniTESimal pause by her after I answered her question about how old my prospective boarder is. I could hear the cogs of her brain working as I answered 21. Perhaps she has heard rumours about me?

I wish she had said something like oh, a toyboy then. She said nothing. I don't want another relationship, though I hope the boarder and I get along and it works out. I can go onto Grindr and within thirty minutes have a nice looking 20+ Indian or Asian born guy lined up. It isn't about me and my looks but what I can do for them, but not especially in a short term financial sense. They like a white daddy to...I am not sure why, look after them in some long term way? More than I would have thought seem to genuinely like older men. 

Thursday I had two stiches removed from my scalp by the nurse at my skin cancer general practitioner rooms. She is nice, and was the nurse who took out my last stiches when my blood pressure dropped so low. She remembered me and Ray. I was with her for over an hour that day. There is no glossing over she is a big fat woman. After I told her about my various medical issues and Ray's death, as I was leaving she asked if I wanted a hug. I did and I was enveloped into the body of a large and voluptuous woman. It was really nice, and she said if I am struggling or just want to talk, the medical practice will be there for me. 

My skin cancer doctor, also a woman, had also offered great comfort and care. I am thinking woman can offer people who are grieving much better comfort than men can/do.