The other day I saw an older couple walking across the street, hand-in-hand. The man toted a Wal-Greens bag, ostensibly carrying Metamucil and Prevention magazine—which is actually quite informative, you know.
They both wore reflective safety vests. It was, perhaps, 6 p.m.
Should I tire of impending spinsterdom and settle down with an equally neurotic chap, that could be ME in 40 years. Except I'd be wearing a bucket hat because bucket hats are CUTE, dammit.