PLASTIC GLASSES

On my way home, after visiting and going for a walk in the cemetery near where she lives, toward the end of the road, saw him talking to an old woman on the opposite pavement and thought, ‘oh no, I have to stop and say “hello” and what’m I going to say?’
Slowed down, stopped, and waited ‘til he finished the conversation then pointing at the several different long packs of plastic glasses he held with one arm said, ‘what you got they for?’
‘Stop people taking the glass ones,’ he said.
‘They doing that?’
‘Some...’
He moved through one-eighty degrees from next to facing me and slightly closer to the door.
‘Ere,’ he said, ‘there was an altercation here last night.’
‘Inside?’
‘Yeh. A woman head butted another woman for sleeping with her ex.’
‘What she expect if you dump someone?’
‘True, but she could’ve waited more’n a day before doing it, show a bit of respect.’
‘Yeh, I suppose.’
‘Anyway,’ he said and gestured with his hand, ‘you going up there on Saturday?’
‘Yes.’
‘See you then.’