Ian and I were at McDonalds a while back on a Sunday, when all the seniors and their various incarnations of hair pieces hang out and drink free-refill coffee. There was this table, partially obscured by fur coats and hats and gold lame and strange plastic broaches, surrounded by old (not elderly, not aged...Old) people. It's so easy to eavesdrop on their conversations, as they speak so loudly into each others faces that well.. I don't think it's eavesdropping anymore.
We follow this old man out in his fur cap, when he pauses by this big boat of a cadillac, covered in a thin amount of snow, and proceeds to write "Hi" upside down, readable to the driver. Then brushes of his hands, and moves on.
Guess you're never too old to order a Happy Meal.
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