Bren and I encountered an elderly woman (from the senior apartments down the block) on our way from the diner. She stopped us about 100 feet from the farmer's market to ask us where the farmer's market was.
She explained that she couldn't see very well.
We helped her find the corn. She was all concerned that I keep an eye on the Bren. I explained that we were fine (but, thank you). She was delighted.
She said we were, "extra, extra special." Don't remember ever being called extra, extra special. I actually grinned (and am still kind of grinning).
What a way to begin a day. After coffee, that is.
Sometimes a jerk. Sometimes a kind and neighborly gentleman. Paradox.
