This morning as I patiently poked my way through a handful of Walmartians and other parking lot pedestrians I waited as an 82-year-old man made his way across my path. I use the mile+ virtually uninterrupted sea of asphalt as a frontage road to avoid the generally unavoidable busiest intersection in the state. A few feet behind him, his 78-year-old wife locked the car and turned to see me.
Up came the thumb and out came “way to go.”
Funny. I dont' know why I never connect with people like that when I’m in a car.
I will smile for the remainder of the day.