George, a middle aged bachelor, decides to take on some voluntary work....visiting with the elderly. He takes his first 'client' to the local cafe.
At Monk's Cafe, George and his charge enjoy a bowl of soup over some, er, light conversation.
Ben: No, I feel great for 85.
George: Y'know the average life span for an American male is like, 72. You're really... kinda pushin' the envelope there.
Ben: I'm not afraid of dyin'. I never think about it.
George: You don't? Boy, I think about it a lot. I think about it at my age. Imagine how much I'll be thinkin' about it at your age. All I'll do is keep thinkin' about it until it drives me insane...
Ben: I'm grateful for every moment I have.
George: Grateful? How can you be grateful when you're so close to the end? When you know that any second-- Poof! Bamm-O! It can all be over. I mean you're not stupid, you can read the handwriting on the wall. It's a matter of simple arithmetic, for Gods sake...
Ben: I guess I just don't care.
George: What are you talking about? How can you sit there and look me in the eye and tell that me you're not worried?! Don't you have any sense?!! Don't you have a brain!? Are you so completely senile that you don't know what you're talkin about anymore!!?!
Gee, I can't figure out why but Ben gets up to leave.
George: Wait a second, where are you going?
Ben: Life's too short to waste on you.
George: Wait a minute, please--
Ben: Get out of my way!!
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