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!