She sat in Starbucks and I eavesdropped on her conversation with the other lady. The latte was the young one, 69 and talking about her husband who is 73, and how “anything could happen”. She was really trying to cash out on the properties they have before others get a cut, but that is a different story. Back to the elderly lady, she had hard time talking, yet she described in vivid details her meeting with some other woman in 1957. As she admitted to being 83. She can barely move to get her drinks, but she was full of life and optimism. She had hard time moving the chairs to sit. She was trying hard to read the paper moving it up and down and sideways. And her hands were so shaky that she could not collect her personal trash. She dropped them on the floor and a nice young man sitting next to her help her. She walked, very slowly out of the store. I thought she was going to tip left or right at any minute.
But she made it to her vehicle, possibly the largest GMC truck in the county. Can anyone explain this to me? I am not even sure how she manged to climb, but the truck eventually started moving.