Maybe I didn't look quite old enough, and now I do. There's no mistaking white hair and what it says.
Maybe there was some look on my face that irritated or a challenge in my eyes. Maybe I looked like I thought I was smart; that's always a challenge. Maybe I was always looking for resistance, looking for a fight.
Maybe that's all gone now.
I say it because people seem nicer, more cordial, more accommodating. Even those young service people behind counters. Maybe I look less threatening, a smile on my face, something more welcoming in my eyes.
I'm not sure if it's me or if it's them, but it's real.
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There is a great scripture about aging. It's Psalms 92:12-14
Today at Costco the girl behind the counter called me "Hon." What does that mean?
Whatever it means it made me laugh out loud.
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