I see this old lady once or twice a month at the bus stop.
She's always on her way back home from Rite Aid after a scoop of ice cream.
And I always make a point to engage her in a caring conversation.
She tells me every time that as a lonely old lady she appreciates the effort.
It's no effort at all - she's a bit wacky and I enjoy our brief time together.
The other day I asked if we could take a picture of us.
She cooed, "Yes! But let me take off my glasses and fix my hair a little."
After I snapped the photo and we previewed it to her liking she said,
"I can't remember the last time someone wanted to take my picture."
I replied, "It was my pleasure."
I always leave her thinking that I bet she was a kick in her younger days.
I think I'll ask her about it when next we meet.
And as if that wasn't enough - Girlfriend favored her with a kiss.
I'm pretty sure we made her day.
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