Yesterday I saw a lady on the beach, playing cards and smoking a cigar. And then last night – about 7 hours later – I saw the same lady sitting inside, playing cards and smoking a cigar.
Many things went through my mind. Why is she smoking that cigar? Is it the same one she had when I saw her earlier? I don’t smoke cigars but I think they last a long time. This was a big, fat cigar, not the skinny cigarillos (if that is what they are called).
She seemed to be about 100 years old. I kid you not, she was old and looked like she had lived a tough, but happy life. She was with a man, also smoking a cigar and looking about 100. I never saw them speak to each other. Maybe it’s hard when the cigar is in the mouth the whole time to get any words out. She never touched the cigar in all the time I was looking. And I looked a long time.
I wish I could post a photo of her. I couldn’t figure out a way to sneak a photo, and I didn’t know the words to use for “hey, my blog friends would love to see you and that cigar” so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
If you ever see her, you’ll know. Just look for the 100-year-old woman, bleached blond medium length hair, cigar in mouth, with a deck of cards. Tell her I said hello.