coffee no. 110

While waiting on the tram stop I overhear the conversation of two men next to me. They are in their early twenties and look very trendy. 'Look, what a chick!', says one of them, pointing at the girl standing some steps from us. She is tall and slender, dressed in short jacket and very tight jeans. Her heels are really high and her blond hair are being brushed by the wind. 'If we had more time, we would come up to her and ask for a cigarette or something...' - daydreams the second. 'Yes, and invite her to the tomorrow party...' - sighs the first one.
They are gazing at her for another couple of seconds when the tram arrives. She turns back and it is like the struck of lightning. We see wrinkled face, small sad eyes, eyebrows drawn with the eye pencil... Maybe sixty, maybe sixty-five year old lady...
I look at the boys. They are standing still, with their jaws on the ground. Toothless life has laughed straight in their faces.