The young woman (not girl!) at the cafe till had possibly been instructed to ask whether customers were of pensionable age to ascertain whether they were eligible for a discount. She made a mistake.
I was somewhere over 60 when I was on my way home after a tiring day at the chalk face. Three young men of about 15 were playing football across the road. As I approached one picked up the ball and called to the other two ‘Make way for the elderly!’ - I thanked them and passed on. I was far more surprised at and grateful for their courtesy than concerned that I had been described as ‘elderly’ for the first time in my life.
Twenty years later when making my way through a crowd I occasionally call out ‘Little old lady coming through!’ To clear a passage.
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢
Is a new relationship possible without sex?
National treasures. Who would you choose?
