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overheard at Pod kastany (pub)

(some details, including the real names of the people who had this conversation, have been changed, but the tone and flow are still true as i can make them).

Vaclav: Lately things haven't been so good at home. I mean, I don't know. Maybe at a certain point in marriage people just lose interest in... you know.
Ludek: ...
Vaclav: You know, man. We’re not young anymore. We’ve had our kids. I work hard, I have a few drinks, I come home, and I’d rather just sleep. It’s natural, don't you think?
Ludek: Did you ever hear about the Moravskys?
Vaclav: What, they famous?
Ludek: No, they used to be regulars here. This would be, what, '92, '93?
Vaclav: Ehn, a little before my time. What about them?
Ludek: So they lived in some village, okay. Poor. In the fall they'd go mushroom picking early, come into town with some huge pile of mushrooms --really the best mushrooms you could find, I mean top quality-- and they'd sell them and that would be enough for a few days of drinking, and they'd be here. They sold other stuff, too, but I remember the mushrooms.
Vaclav: So a young couple?
Ludek: No, that's what I’m telling you, they were old, in their sixties the first time I saw them. They’d been married some thirty, forty years. And Mr. Moravsky, he was a bit of an exhibitionist, I guess. He used to get well into the cups and start unzipping his pants and waggling his member at anybody who would pay attention, "See how an old man can still get it going!"
Vaclav: Ugh. His poor wife. Wasn’t she embarrassed?
Ludek: No, you know, they were the same. He’d be waggling and she'd be laughing. What was odd, they didn't fight. You know how the drunk couples will go at it? Never a word in anger, these two.
Vaclav: Hm.
Ludek: And then one time, this was funny, they were both plastered, of course, and I guess the village was too far to go, and so somehow Mr. Moravsky convinced his wife to go at it with him right there on a park bench. Where of course they were seen by some cops, and they got fined for public indecency, public exposure...
Vaclav: Fined?
Ludek: Yeah. Of course Zdenek over there says they should have been given an award for even accomplishing it. This was I think three years before Moravsky died, so he would have been sixty-seven, I think.
Vaclav: Sixty-seven, married for forty years, and still randy enough to go at it on a park bench?
Ludek: Yeah.
Vaclav: That’s practically romantic.
Ludek: That’s what I’m telling you. Age isn’t the question, a hard day’s work isn’t the question, drink isn’t the question.
Vaclav: So what is the question?
Ludek: Man, I don’t know. You think I’d be sitting here drinking with you if I knew?