You know the stance, that certain stance a boy or man gets when standing beside a car, on a highway, in the middle of no where. My question to the man who was not a child; “there is a public bathroom half a block away. How old are you?” His passenger had a stony straight ahead look as I drove past. When you see a little man doing this beside a car, with a dad or mom shielding the little butt, it is okay. But, a grown man, at 11 in the morning, by a busy exit to the tunnel and a car dealership to the right. Just saying, “come on.” What you may see by the side of the road, in the morning heat of a big city, on the coastland.
My mother’s critical gene just surfaced. Oh, the angst of it all. It is official. I am becoming my mother. And, Geri – don’t laugh, I hear you laughing.
I’m trying new contacts and I still have to use reading glasses. It is so much easier just to put on a pair of glasses. One of the many pleasures which comes with age. Aging is not for wimps. Stay safe.