A gathering to farewell the retiring, long standing gardener and general handyman for my apartment block. About thirty in attendance, all sexagenarians and much older.
S is speaking to me about being a 'benefactor to the arts'; a gross inflation of my frequent attendance at the theatre. S draws the passing T into our conversation despite the latter's obvious intention to join another group nearby.
S: 'I do love the Wharf Revue. It is so topical and entertaining'.
T: 'The subject does not interest me'. And with that, T moves on.