Saturday, June 23, 2007

Who can argue?

Last weekend, I was carrying some paddling gear to my car for the day's activities. I was riding an elevator down to the parking garage when the it stopped, and a woman in her golden years (let's guess 70 or so) walked in. She wore a purple nylon running suit, had white hair in tight curls and was no taller than five feet high. She looked at me, looked at the dry bag in my left hand, the paddle in my right hand, then back at me.

"Are you going paddling?"


She looked at the paddle again.



She turned away from me to face the elevator doors, then said,

"Well, I like kayaks more."