So I was coming out of the new Bi-Lo tonight at about nine-fifteen, and putting my groceries in my trunk, and this man was walking toward me. I kept my eye on him, to see if he was threatening, and he didn't really seem to be, and just when I thought he was just going to walk past me he stopped. Looked me straight in the eye, and said,
"Do I look over sixty?"
I looked him up and down, and said, "Um....no?"
"Thank you. Cause I was at the bank today, and they wanted to know if I wanted to open an over sixty account. Over sixty! I tell you what...."
He trailed off, still muttering, as he climbed into his car and drove away.
Well, he didn't look a day over fiftyish to me.
I laughed all the way up the mountain. Sometimes I think it's the angels that are entertaining me unawares.