Tuesday, 14 November 2017

JUST PHILOSOPHISING - THE DIVERGENT PATH OF LEAPHAR'S LIFE JOURNEY - A GOOD DAY AT THE PUB! PART 3.



Shortly after making himself comfortable, Leaphar found that the toilet beckoned, with his urge to empty his bladder.

So it was off to the toilets, where he did the business. Upon washing his hands, Leaphar, probably imagining himself to be in a place and time where he was many decades ago.  

Ignored the convenience of the technologically advances warm embrace of the hot air of the Hand-Drying machines.  

As he reached into his pocket and, with the satisfaction of magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, conjured up his handkerchief.  Which he used to wipe his hands, before forcing it back into his pocket.



Making his way back to the table, Leaphar nonchalantly gazed around the Bar, smiling and savouring the scenery. 

Would he see anybody whom he knew, or who knew him, in case he did not remember them? 

To his right, several tables away, were  5 men, all of them looking not a day younger than 60 years old, but more likely all being of retirement age. 

Three of them sat at one table drinking and animatedly sharing in a conversation which did not carry. But could have been about any number of topic. Politics, the weather, or just catching up on former times when they were young men in their prime. 



Two others sat no more than about 3 feet from them, sipping their beer, and looking around them. 

While, in the farthest corner, there was a lone man sitting at a table, having a drink and probably trying to look as inconspicuous as he could, while he looked through the nearby windows..

As Leaphar looked around him, while he await the delivery of the food which had been ordered.  A young man approach the table and exclaimed, 'Hello Mr .....!' 

It was clear that Leaphar had not and could not remember or placed the young man. That, however, did not prevented Leaphar from greeting him with the embrace of a warm smile. 

The man, probably picking up on the sense that Leaphar had not remembered him, would later return to further explained that he was so and so's son. 



Although that elaboration would prove no more effective in jolting Leaphar's ineffective memory.

No more than about 10 minutes after this encounter, yet another man, this time older than the first, also approached Leaphar and heartily exclaimed 'Hello Mr ...' 

Leaphar responded with a lingering smile and a look of surprised delight on his face. 

But, again, he could not place the man, although he acknowledged his greeting.



Not longer after, the ordered food arrived, and Leaphar, along with the rest of the group, tucked into what proved to have been delicious and enjoyable meal.

As Leaphar and the group made it back to the car for the returned journey, all the external indications were that he had had a nice and enjoyable trip to the town and back. 

An achievement which made the other members of the group felt that they had achieved something valuable, by helping him to enrich his experiences along this part of his, at times confusing journey.

To be continued.






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