It’s Nice to know

Picture it, the year was 2007, It was a hot July afternoon, the sun was beating down on a lone runner as she made her way down Main St. Dodging cars and avoiding several missteps i.e. the railroad track. The young runner stops at a street corner to survey the scene. However will she get across? The street is jammed with cars, many unaware that people can use their so called feet as a mode of transport. She slowly weaves through the stopped traffic. Crosswalk? What’s that!? Traffic Signal? Who needs it! Pedestrian right of way? Never heard of it here in the South.

Out of nowhere a man in a beat up pick up truck rolls down the window. The wind catches his hair and a wispy white comb over waves in the breeze. What? She thinks to herself. What sweet words could he possibly say to the her in her moment of need?

“Hey! Hot Stuff!!! Keep moving it!” Then a long whistle escapes his lips as the comb over rises higher and higher in the breeze……………

Wow, it’s nice to know that just in case my marriage to a not quite 30 year old doesn’t work out, I seem to be big with the 80-90 age range.