I was in the restroom this morning and another woman walked in. I know who she is and she's a nice lady....we usually see each in the restroom, so we chat a bit from time to time. She's a runner, but she hasn't had a lot of time to run and the weather's been really crappy, so she hasn't been out in a few months. She always gives me a thumbs up when she comes in and sees me getting ready for my walk.
I took notice that she had her hair cut short and I told her how nice it looked. She thanked me and mentioned how thin her hair was getting and how she finally decided to get it cut short. Then she touched my hair and said how pretty it was. She said "It's hard when we're in our 40s and things start to go."
That stopped me dead in my tracks. And I looked at her and said, "I'm so far from my 40s, I'll never see it again. I'm 59 years old and 60 is this close." Then SHE stopped dead. With her mouth agape. "No! No way are you 59! Not with that head of hair! And not with those legs!"
So I gave her a hug.
I took notice that she had her hair cut short and I told her how nice it looked. She thanked me and mentioned how thin her hair was getting and how she finally decided to get it cut short. Then she touched my hair and said how pretty it was. She said "It's hard when we're in our 40s and things start to go."
That stopped me dead in my tracks. And I looked at her and said, "I'm so far from my 40s, I'll never see it again. I'm 59 years old and 60 is this close." Then SHE stopped dead. With her mouth agape. "No! No way are you 59! Not with that head of hair! And not with those legs!"
So I gave her a hug.
