I was standing in the check out line at Wal*Mart one Sunday morning.
Just me, a bottle of white nail polish, a bottle of neon orange nail polish and Betty at the buttons.

Some guy walks up to be next in line and I get that crawly feeling on the back of my neck. I glance over at him and he has this big grin on his face.

I felt obligated but before I could get the first word pushed out he says "painting your sights?".

I told him getting old ain't easy and we both laughed.