I crossed over today. I drove to the quick stop for gas and when I was close to the door a young woman raced past to open the door for me. I guessed that my whiskers and slow gate made her think I was a tottering old man and when she opened the door for me she had a giant smile on her face.
She was a cutie and I was tickled that she was so thoughtful. I am not really all the way there yet, but it is nice that there are still nice young people still out there. I saw her again in the grocery store and said, "I am not stalking you, but I wonder if you are not stalking me." She thought that was cute.
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