A young man learns a lesson about assumptions.
Blue Tenderton watched as a young man with his pants down below his hips, shuffled past. She couldn’t resist a snort of derision. When he heard it, he walked backwards until he stopped in front of her.
“What’s your problem, old lady?”
Blue took off her glasses and polished them. She put them back on and stared at him.
“What did you call me?”
“Old lady, whatcha gonna do about it?
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“You senile or something,” he sneered.
“Or something,” Blue remarked as she stood up.
He started to laugh when she stepped toward him. Reaching out, he shoved her shoulder hard. Before he could remove his hand, she grabbed it and pulled his thumb backward.
With a howl of pain, he reached for her with his other hand. She grabbed it, moved in and hip tossed him to the ground. Blue grabbed him by his waistband and hauled him onto the bench she’d been sitting on.
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
Reaching for her tote, she pulled out a thumb splint and a narrow tensor bandage. Blue gently placed his thumb in the splint and wrapped it.
“It’s just a sprain, it’ll be better in no time.”
The young man stared. Taking a tube of arnica cream from her bag, she handed it to him.
“You may have bruises from that flip. Take this and use it, along with a little advice. Age is only a number. Remember someday you’ll be old and wearing your pants up around your chest.”
“Who are you?” the guy asked as pulled up his pants and tightened his belt.
“All Around Ladies Wrestling Champ, Senior Division. They call me Not So Tender Blue. Pleased to meet you.”
The guy walked away massaging his hand from when she shook it.