Outside CVS today there were two bums. Mid-60's I would guess.
They looked like this...
Except the woman was wearing a once-ravishing purple coat... so it was more like this...
But she was old. And homeless. And dirty.
And the man was sporting a long, full braided beard. Much like this...
I am going to refer to them here forth as Ozzie & Harriet.
Harriet: Well, I am still married according to the law. The law screws us.
Ozzie: That don't matter to me.
Harriet: It should matter, they really do cause all sorts of problems for us.
Ozzie: No, I meant you being married don't matter to me.
I go inside, they had finished their cigs, so they were right behind me, going to the same section of the store.
Harriet: I like you. I really do. I am going to buy you something. Pick something out.
I then go about my shopping.
In line at the front I hear them behind me. A lot changed in 5 min.
Harriet (stern tone): Give me your money.
Ozzie: I don't have any.
Harriet: Then you are no good to me.
So, really a lot changed in 5 seconds.
They left the store separately.
It was a short, hot, love affair.