A little old man with a cane, Navy hat, big square glasses, jeans, sweatshirt and sandals with socks just came to my office door asking for directions. He was a gentleman through and through calling me Miss and thanking me profusely. I gave him the directions he was asking for, but all I really wanted to do was offer him a ride to his destination, so that I could guarantee that he would arrive safely.
As he was leaving, he slowly turned around and said “If I was a lot younger, you’d be my gal! Oh and if I need directions again, I’m coming back to ask you!” and winked. My heart melted and tears welled in my eyes!
I am now sitting at my desk thinking about this little old man and praying that he arrives safely.
I have a huge soft spot for old men…and they have one for me. Just ask my friends . If there is a cute little old man in a crowd, he will find me. I’ve been told “I have the look” which I am assuming is the dark hair, fair skin, big smile, classic look.
I miss my grandpops. A. Lot.