Sunday, June 30, 2024

Bus stop

She starts talking to me at the bus stop as we wait for the 44. Sweet as can be, she opens the conversation and we are suddenly talking about how she loves to run around, have coffee and occasionally hunt for bargains. She advises me on where to go for the best clothes.

Then she informs me she is 92. I tell her to keep running and she laughs.

I am floored.
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