Rosie Don´t Talk Back


Rosie don’t talk back.
That’s what the old man said crossing the parking lot in front of my car. He was all by himself and he spoke in no phone. He had a patronizing expression on his face when he said those words over and over again.
Now and then he had the variation ”if I just could get you to understand”.

I could not actually hear his words, since I was sitting in my car. But I’m totally convinced that those were his words.
Rosie don’t talk back.

I wanted to jump out of my car, catch up with him and scream:
Hold it grandpa, Rosie has been dead for years!

(Copyright Dennis Renfors 2018.)

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