Ladies and gentlemen: the tables have turned.
Helen and I got caught in a bit of unexpected rain on our way from dinner to the public library. Helen was nice, for once, and loaned me her gray scarf with off-white tassles to protect my head from the weather. I wrapped it elderly-woman-style round my head as we walked down the sidewalk. I guess I forgot I was wearing it in that fashion, because I left it on for the duration of our stay in the library and on our descent into the metro station. As we got on the train toward home, I went to stand in the middle of the car and held on to a pole for support. Then, a very tall woman, who looked to be about 45 years old, stood and motioned for me to take her seat. I looked at her surprised and shook my head. She kept waving me toward the seat, insisting, so I sat, confused.
Then it hit me: I guess she thought I was an old woman from behind because of the scarf!! However, I’m pretty sure the elderly don’t wear skinny jeans and gladiator sandals?? Helen and I almost died trying to restrain our laughter until the woman exited the train, at which point it exploded at loud volumes.
I guess I got my revenge on all of the old ladies who have treated me poorly on the tram?
