Getting Old

Today while walking away from our car, on the way to get a ton of blood taken out of me by a mean nurse, a car honked just as Dan went past. It caught us off gaurd 'cause it was that short, get-someone's-attention honk. I really didn' feel like seeing anyone we knew right before getting pricked with a needle. Anyway, inside the car were 2 "little old ladies" giggling. They were eyeing Dan, and I though they were flirting with him. Just past the giddy grandmas, though, was a third old lady searching for... yep, her car. Her friends were not being friendly with Dan, much to his disappointment. They were playing Marco Polo via car horn, guiding their lost friend home.