The Old Man Mistakes His Home

The Old Man Mistakes His Home my eyes espy follow the old man as he makes his way into the Taco Bell my interest wanes of Tacos piques at the old man's peculiarities or is mine in question, too? it's early morning worms have risen on a fisherman's hook somewhere near ... traffic and pedestrians a blur but i see the old man sharp ... sharp as a cookie fallen he hesitates at the front doorway and looks at the keys in his hands blinking, focusing on which key goes where undoubtedly his mind playing tricks on him he does the unthinkable he puts his house key into the Taco Bell key slot panics turns his phantom key as if opening his house door lock then turns five shades of red making a beet proud ... then realizing where he's at he looks around he sees me watching I tried looking away but I have no facade only puzzlement and analytical tendencies ... to the old man's credit he enters the restaurant places his order, albeit shaken two coffees, two breakfast burritos I watched with bated breath I empathize with the old man's plight ... yet in my mind's eye I think Is this me down the road? I hope not, yet there are signs ...huh? huh? my hearing has become worse with age, especially within the last year connie pachecho 4/12/17