The Old Geezer

Mann Twopie was furiously in and out of the karaoke chamber at Santana and I just don't know why, he wasn't really into singalongs nor dancing the while away whenever happenstance dictates that he was with the company of the dangdut consociation. So it was quite a wonder that evening that he willingly agreed to a dangdut night out. As always he could not stay stationary for very long and would always disappear if only for a stroll inside the club or a taking a short teh tarik respite outside. However having his petite laptop always at hand he would persistently do profit and loss accounts cum filling up columns upon columns of totally unattractive figures onto tables and schedules in generic computer files all ready and prepared in the hard drive. Also, an accountant by profession and freelance and wholly mobile at that - Mann prefers solitariness. Yet this time there was neither the expressionless intonation nor the dull and discoloration of a frown upon him. In fact there was a tad of enthusiasm alongside some amusement if to describe! Why? I could not have guessed. Actually Mann was tailing an old chap and one who was opening each and every door to all karaoke chambers lining the medieval maze like corridors innermost Santana Dangdut and Karaoke Lounge. The Old Geezer would be continuously muttering something whilst doing what he did and Mann wanted to go near him to catch the words but he was too amused to do such and only after a few times hurriedly coming in and out of the consociation's singalong room that Mann muster enough courage to ask him. Not that he was fearful but out of respect for the peripatetic Senior. He was quite old and Mann also was afraid that he would be snickering immediately upon The Old Mann replying to his query. He nearly burst out when the Septuagenarian mentioned that he was searching for his GRO or the hostess he booked for the dangdut evening and of whom had been putting on an irksome disappearing act all night. He quipped that she would appear and disappear at will and for such considerable time in between. Most times singing alone that he went out searching for her and sure enough the young girl just appeared in front of them and quickly disappeared into a nearby room an instant later. The Old Fella chased after her. Mann quickly ran to the dangdut consociation's singing chamber and guffawed. Wonder why the Old Man choose to relax in Santana and booked a karaoke singer less than a third his age? Maybe The Missus has only passed or that she is old like him and losing interest and the kids all have children of their own and the wife prefers staying with them and the Oldie was lonely all the time. And money was not a problem having worked and saved for so long and as dusk is nearing: why not enjoy a bit and towards the last. Of course all strength and masculinity have diminished but a little tete a tete with a pretty young thing would do no harm. In Santana, especially, such female company can be arranged. But the hostess he picked found him uncouth and her being near him really awkward. He could change the GRO, all he had to do was inform the Mummy or The Lounge Manageress but why didn't he do that? I was laughing aloud but little realizing that a little bit of time down the road and perhaps still breathing then, I could be very well be The Dirty Old Fella! Hohohohoho!