Me: How’s it going today?
Older Lady: Not bad, not bad.
Older Lady: Which, when you’re my age, is actually really good. You wake up every day thinking, “Oh, what’s going to hurt me this time”
Me: Hah! I already live like that
Older Lady: You’re too young for that!
Me: I’ve had chronic pain since I was in the single digits.
Older Lady: Oh shit.
Older Lady: I probably shouldn’t say ‘shit’.
Me: I don’t fuckin care. Anyway yeah that’s what my physical therapist said, too. But hey! At least I look good.
Older Lady, winking: You really do.
Me: