The man who waved

I've been graduated for some time now, but when I was still going to school I always passed a retirement place with all kinds of a old people sitting behind their window on my way to school.

Their was one specific old chubby man who sat behind his window EVERYIME I passes by, and EVERYTIME I passed by he would wave at me. I don't know why but everytime he did that I ignored him by pretending not seeing him. I thought he was some old pervert guy who was trying to hit on teenage girls by waving at them (how could I ever think that? And even if that was the reason he waved at me why wouldn't I give him that little pleasure on his old day?) There was also something dirty-ish about him what made me ignore him.

So today I had to go somewhere and on my route to there I passed the retirement place. And guess who was sitting there: the old waving man. And guess what he did: he waved at me! He just never gave up on waving at me!! I fell so sorry for him that in all the six years I was in High School I never waved back, so I decided, although it's maybe six years too late, to wave at him. So I did, and when he saw that his smile became bigger and his handshake more enthousiastic. It was so good to see what a little wave can do to an old person.

So to everyone who ever ignored someone who waved at them: WAVE BACK!!!