golden

Breakfast in a fancy part of town. We each had some coffee. I had granola. He had eggs and salsa. We were chatting about the day ahead when an elderly women (classy, full make up, slow gait) approached us, "How would you two feel about having a couple of golden oldies join you for breakfast? We promise not to bother you. We might even inspire you."

She was joined by a gentleman, older and slower, just as classy.

Lovely.

Afterwards, we looked at each other, "Maybe one day we'll get to be the golden oldies."