The Threads of Time (or...Who's Old?)

Okay, last night I was walking though the terminal, and I saw this older woman sitting on bench. I smiled at her and said hello. I was trying to get a feel for if she needed any assistance or might have a question about when a flight was arriving.

When she smiled back, I complimented her on the patchwork poncho she had on. It was quite attractive, and as I looked at it more closely I noticed that it was made of suede.

She told me that she'd had it forever - she bought it in 1977 when she was in college.

Okay, this "older woman" was in college when I was in college! And, I'll bet she remembers me as this friendly "older woman" at the airport.

ARGH! Who's old? I guess I am!