On a Walk

Yesterday hubby and me went for a walk. This is unique in itself because it only happens once in four years or so. Like the Olympics.

When a group of random teenagers passing by respectfully wished us a good day, hubby sadly observed that we must have  grown old. I was delighted, though, that kids finally stopped yelling obscenities at me and started to treat me as the little old lady that I am to them.

Here’s to teenagers, to whom you’re either dead or a zombie when you’re over thirty.

In response to FireBonnet’s Random Moments of Delight challenge #8.