Differences

Oh man, we semi-avoided a potential catastrophe yesterday. We got into an elevator with a man who was holding a cane. Ana stopped dead in her tracks and stared...and stared...and stared. We couldn't have been on the 3rd floor, no, we had to be on the 10th floor.


Hey Man, is that a wand?
No, it's a cane. It helps me walk.
Oh, it looks like a wand.
Huh. I guess it might, but it's a cane. It just helps me walk faster.
Oh, that's cool!
(Whew!)


We then exited the elevator, walking wide for a gray-haired woman who was trying to push her way on.


Mom! That lady's old!


Luckily the doors closed on the woman's startled face.