So I'm sitting at Quest Diagnostics this morning, getting an annual blood draw when I look around to see about 15 of our finest senior citizens sitting in the waiting room with me. The wait was crazy - over an hour - and during this time I was chatting with my elderly waiting room neighbors. I heard about wobbly knees, this arm and that arm, Jeannie has this problem, Paul has that. I thought 'Man, these people are jacked up'. No really, I truly thought they were all delightful.
So much so that I'm now wearing a cardigan with a tissue stuffed in the sleeve.