“I’m 197 years old today and while I have a name I can’t seem to remember it.” The voice sounded strong coming from a woman who claimed to be 197 years old. And it held a tone of simmering power.
“While you’re writing this young man would you mind handing me my knitting needles?” I had to pause for a minute to get her some number 4 needles attached to a partially made sweater. She smiled nicely after giving them to her.
The woman started to whistle and knit. Knit, pearl, knit, pearl… Fascinating to watch the old hands weave the wool thread into a beautiful creation.
Without asking she said, “So, you want to know what my favorite form of physical exercise is? Ha. Guess?”
How does one guess what a 197 year old woman does for exercise unless it is to just wake up and make it through the day? So, without wanting to offend her I said, knitting?
She smile and chuckled even more; knitting in a blur. With a firm reply she looked at me and said, “Knitting keeps the mind sharp yet does little for the body. No, my favorite form of exercise is to fuck young men.”
With that, the interview was over as the woman had stopped knitting and placed her right arm on my leg.
Robin Lipinski 