My friend Dave is an older fellow.
When I first met him at the gym, he said, “My friends used to call me ‘Red’, but…” and then, with a grin spreading across his face, he pointed at his bushy white hair.
Well, it’s been a few months since I first met Dave.
But now every time I see him he says, “There he is!”
And I always smile because I find it funny.
Because, see, I know Dave’s eyesight isn’t too good (it isn’t good at all)…
And, to me, it’s almost as if every time Dave spots me, he’s actually spent the last 10 minutes in a game of hide & seek looking for me.
And then he seems so happy when he finally discovers where I am.
“There he is!”
Yep. Here I am, Dave. You got me! Play again tomorrow?
Yup, I like Dave.