I saw an old man at the petrol station today sitting on his wheelchair and watching all the cars pumping petrol and passing by.. I couldn't figure out why he was waiting there..and then it dawned on me, he was passing time..
That's what happens when you grow old, you run out of things to do and the highlight of your day is to go by the petrol station and watch the cars get filled up and watch the world go by.
Imagine how many little things we could do when we grow old?
