I'm sick of seeing the same old couple.

Old guy with a beer gut and black shades, his dumpy wife and a dog. It's a shitty small thing, that yaps, it's got a curly white coat, and a distressingly visible asshole. It's not a poodle though. It's just a shitty nothing breed. A shitidle.

Everyone over 60 has this dog

Just walking with zero interest in the world. That's their thing, they walk in a semi circle from their Chevy Spark, and back again.

He stares a little too long at high-school girls and thinks New Zealand should reintroduce capital punishment. She keeps getting a shorter haircut every year.

The only thing they could do on that walk to make me happy is if they started their car, and it just exploded, but the guy is thrown clear, and he looks over to his left, and he sees his wife smiling, but then he looks down, and it's just her head.

He feels nothing, because he's so fat and depressed. He suppresses a thought about high-school girls, sighs, and looks for his flip phone. "Yes, an ambulance; take it easy though I'm pretty sure she's fucked. Nah mate, I'll be fine". He forgets to hang up, because he doesn't understand how his phone works; and the operator stays on the line, listening to the nothingness of his life; for about 20 seconds.

2 years later, he goes to hospital and it turns out he has cancer, but nobody cares because he's 58.