Old Men
Tuesday, September 14th, 2010So, I was sitting at The Topeka Art Guild making out my entries for the next show and I hear:
“That’s awful. I don’t like that painting.” The woman with him said “It’s not a painting; it’s quilted.”
THAT got my attention.
“Well it’s terrible and I don’t like it.” “Why not?” she asked.
“Well, just look at it. It’s a picture of a cow jumping off a hill into broken glass. A cow wouldn’t do that. It’s no good and I don’t like it.”
I couldn’t help it. “It’s a splash,” I said, “It’s water.”
“Well it looks like broken glass to me, and I don’t like it!”
The old curmudgeon was thankfully on his way out and I wanted to shout after him- “You are entitled to your own opinion even if you are full of sh–!” But of course, I didn’t.
The guy sitting across from me said, “I guess when you are 92, you can say anything you want.”
You gotta love old men.
Or not.
