I love this aging thing: My hair is thinning and my waist is thickening. But no worries. I can still move really fast. I was bolting out of a grocery store in Georgia a few weeks ago, and was moving so fast that I nearly knocked over a good ole boy in a gimme cap*. I pulled up short and apologized. Without missing a beat he said, “Honey, as gorgeous as you are you can knock me over any time.” I gave him a look of such stunned disbelief that neither of us moved for a minute. Then we both fell out laughing. It was a fine example of gallantry, southern charm - and an old man’s lyin’ eyes.
*A “gimme” cap is free and has writing on it.