Sit on this

 DZ has had a very busy year. He finally and definitively retired, for the third time, and is still getting used to the change. 

But it occurs that, although he no longer has his professional experiences to fuel his musings, that doesn't mean he has nothing else to talk about. There's a lot going on in the world. There's a lot going on in my life.

And despite my age, I'm now 70 years old, things still happen that are worthy of sharing. What follows is a true, and recent story.

I recently took my vehicle to a kwik fit for a new tyre. While waiting I was engaged in conversation by an elderly but sprightly gentleman who asked if I played golf. In fact I consider golf to be a very tedious game, and I'm not geriatric enough to consider it yet, but I replied simply that it wasn't my thing. We did however find that we had a common interest in motorcycles, and he showed me a picture on his phone of his machine, a Kawasaki, in much the same way that people will share pictures of his grandchildren. 

By now his vehicle was ready and he left. Mine was ready just a few minutes later, and I retrieved my keys and went out to the car park and got into the car. The elderly gentleman was still there and he walked over to me motioning for me to open my window. He came up to my car and said. "I wonder, would you care to come to my home, and sit on my Kawasaki?" 

Yup, I was being hit on.

I politely declined. Mindful that my interpretation may have been incorrect I recounted the exchange to Mrs DZ on my return home. Considerably amused she confirmed that she agreed with my suspicion. 

Sadly for the gentleman I have never blown that way, but on the other hand I'm left with the ego boosting thought that DZ has still got it.

And the phrase, "sitting on the Kawasaki" has become a new euphemism for us.