Once A Lady

Yesterday on the subway, I saw it a little old lady – who may or may not have always been a lady – get on and take a seat near me.  She smiled at me as she settled in, and I smiled back, then looked away, as you do.

Also as you do, however, I glanced at her a few more times when she wasn’t looking, just to get a better read on her.  She was distracted by popping open a fresh jar of cashews.

She was dressed in her Sunday best (even though it was Tuesday), including a sweet hat to shield her head from the sun.  Her fingernails were painted with an intricate black and white pattern, while her toenails were more of a bright pink, to closely match the stripes on her her skirt.

The words “Cancer Sucks” were tattooed one the outside of her left wrist.

I decided I might want to be when I grow up.

Maybe without so much pink, though.


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