It started happening last year. Well, I noticed it last year. A wonderful phenomenon that sometimes happens at intersections where there are no traffic lights or stop signs. The Husband and I stand at a corner, waiting to safely cross the street. We are in no hurry, usually. So, if there are several cars about to parade in front of us, no big deal. But, then, unexpectedly, a driver stops for us. We walk as quickly as we can across the street, waving our thanks to the driver.
The first few times this occurred, I was amazed that there were still kind drivers in the world.
One day it occurred twice—drivers stopping their car to let us go by. The first time was in a parking lot, the second at a street intersection. As Yul Brynner in The King and I sang, "But is a puzzlement."
Then it dawned on me. The drivers who stopped saw two old people standing on a corner. Perhaps we looked forlorn or lost. Ha! I doubt it. Our normal stance is silly. They probably felt sorry for us being old and felt like paying something forward. Which is nice.
The Husband and I don't think of ourselves as old, except when another aspect of our health goes wrong, or, when we look in the mirror and see how grey our hair is. But, you know, if our grey hair will get us across the street sooner, that's okay by me.
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