Hot Rod Mama

I saw her coming on the right.  A shock of unkempt gray hair set off an old, but determined, face.   I thought I saw a scowl.

 

We were on the produce aisle at Albertsons.  I was sauntering with my heart pillow smug in the knowledge that no one could pass me.   I let out a self-satisfied snicker.

 

Then, I saw she was gunning to overtake me with her walker.   How childish, I thought, as I moved into mid-to-fast sauntering speed.   But, I hadn’t adequately judged the speed of hot rod mama as she whizzed by me.   I could hear her snickering!

 

Then I saw it.  I shouldn’t have taken the bait.  Her knee was being reinforced by a distended Ace bandage giving her the critical edge in this deadly duel of the aged.

 

Man, old women in walkers really get it on!