“The Boy Who Couldn’t Stop…asking

He knew he had his father’s complete attention.

This caused his father to be in a constant state of answering endless questions…from this “mini him”.

They ranged from the serious scientific to the mundane, to the annoying whining ones… not one query, went without an answer. Equations were conceived in their heads, then discussed on a daily morning ride. to our main floor lobby. Without pause they communicated nonstop…in their own world. Too bad I was in the same confined space thus party to this…

Mental Ping-Pong…the man stooped low to better listen to his offspring, so he could hurl an answer back.

It drove me crazy as they got on the elevator a floor above mine…on the 35th floor. I would be half asleep, “un-coffee-d” on my way to work, when “their Yakity-Yak” would grate on my nerves. An out-of-control barking, hyper dog, “Suzy,” would accompany them in the small lift-cabin, as well. Suzy was mad with jealousy at the attention bestowed on the boy. The irked hound jumped on me vying for some attention. Remember I was still barely awake.

The father was a man in his late 60’s. The boy could have been his grandson, age wise, was a boy of about 9 or 10.

Both father & son, wore the same straight bowl haircut. The dad’s hair was pure white, his son, pure straw yellow.

The 2 wore the same ugly green soiled parkas, heavy black framed glasses, and trousers that were too short… held up by suspenders.

As I was a captured audience to this non-ending, irritating narrative, I tried reluctantly to extend a neighborly smile, perhaps to remind them they weren’t the only passengers in the car.

I needn’t have bothered as father & son were completely entranced.