Lexus

Today I got a call about my Lexus I am selling. I hate selling this car. I hate meeting people who might be interested in buying my car. I hate the people that waste me time to coming to look at it. Today was not a waste of time. The people did not buy my car, but that didn't matter to me. They were born and raised in Hungary and walked to Austria, dodging machine guns to escape. We talked for nearly four hours. I told them I didn't care if they bought the car or not, but they were going to come over for dinner. I loved the week I spent in Hungary more than any other place I have ever been. I hope that someday I will be able to joke with them about meeting them because they didn't buy my car. Why is it that I don't like people who are my age with their budding families? I almost dispise them, not because I don't have one, but because I don't learn anything new from them. I am drawn to older people; people that I can learn from; people with expierence that I admire and envy. Here's to the previous generations.