While waiting at the parking lot of a supermarket for Evan to arrive, I saw a very old couple walking very slowly towards me, half a step at a time, with walking sticks. Soon, they turned to the car in the disabled parking space, which was right in front of me. They slowly loaded the groceries into the car. When they were done, the old lady put her walking stick on the rear seats, and pressing against the side of the car as support, she proceeded towards the driver’s door, and got in. The old man, who I assume is her husband, then pushed the trolley slowly towards me, looking at me. I couldn’t forget that he had serious Subconjunctival hemorrhage in his right eye. The trolley return point was right behind me, so it seemed as though he was pushing the trolley at me. I didn’t feel comfortable to have a very old man return a trolley past me, with me just standing by. So before he pushed the trolley up the sloped pavement, I stepped forward, and gently pulled it from the old man. After returning the trolley for him, the old man, who is making his way about the front of the car to get to the other side, said softly, but rather seriously, to me twice, “Don’t get old...”.

Oh, it is one hundred and ten days between April Fools’ Day and my birthday.