Elderly Women
Two little portraits from today...
1. I'm driving on I-95, a major five-lane highway, and this white Subaru starts weaving in front of me. Not just a little weaving. But going over lane lines on the left and right. I see a shock of white hair coming over the driver's seat. I decide to pass. I pull a few lanes over and speed up to pass this old lady. I glance over as I go by; this lady is at least 80 years old and downing a Slurpee with a spoon.
2. I'm running on a trail (I'm doing a little of that these days!) and see this old lady shuffling behind a walker. A gigantic tote bag is attached to the front of the walker. And in the tote bag is a gigantic boom box blaring talk radio. Perhaps this is her version of the iPod?
1. I'm driving on I-95, a major five-lane highway, and this white Subaru starts weaving in front of me. Not just a little weaving. But going over lane lines on the left and right. I see a shock of white hair coming over the driver's seat. I decide to pass. I pull a few lanes over and speed up to pass this old lady. I glance over as I go by; this lady is at least 80 years old and downing a Slurpee with a spoon.
2. I'm running on a trail (I'm doing a little of that these days!) and see this old lady shuffling behind a walker. A gigantic tote bag is attached to the front of the walker. And in the tote bag is a gigantic boom box blaring talk radio. Perhaps this is her version of the iPod?
posted by Emily at 7:57 PM
5 Comments:
Growing old isn't all that bad!
oh man, Mars! You had me rolling with laughter by #2. You have a way with words :) Katy
I do that stuff.
Just kidding.
Maybe it isn't a good thing that we (in general terms) are living longer?
Too funny!
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