I realized that on the bus today, it was me...
and 6 old ladies!
That was it! Me and 6 old broads. And they aren't as innocent as they look...sitting quietly with their grocery bags and old school umbrellas. It's all an elaborate ruse. If you study them carefully, you see them covertly signaling one another: the knotting of a plastic rain headkerchief, the adjusting of a hearing aid, the tapping of a pruney finger on a cane.
I'm pretty sure, if I hadn't gotten off at my stop, I would have been on the receiving end of some granny gang violence. I would have been swarmed. Gasping in a cloud of old flowery perfume...photos of grandkids shoved in my face, used scratch tickets tumbling all over me from crocheted handbags, and bombarded with questions about when I'm going to get married and why I'm not dressed properly for the weather.
Yup. Old broads. Don't be fooled.
Which brings to mind the story of sweet 80 year old Mary Wohlford. Now THAT'S a tough ol' gal! :)