The Zen Garden at the Huntington Library was almost empty. Two of the benches in the huge raked rock area were occupied. On one was a youngish man with a book on Buddhism. He stared at the rocks, perfectly still, but with a slightly furrowed brow.
On the very next bench, ignoring the other empty benches, sat two classic Little Old Ladies. One was dressed to the nines, clasping her handbag on her lap. The other wore a pink track suit and lots of makeup.
I wish I remembered it verbatim, but the Little Old Ladies were making fun of the young man because he was trying to meditate. In a Zen garden of all places! Their laughter was as discordant as it was discourteous.
If they had been cows instead of just acting like them it would have made a perfect Far Side cartoon.
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