BBBH* and I scootered (scooted?) to the supermercado. Parked near the main entrance. She went in to pick up a couple items. I sat/leaned on the vehicle, not even bothering to take off my helmet. Pickup parks in the handicap zone opposite, old man gets out, reaches back in for a cane. Using the tripod cane he hobbles over to a nearby grocery cart, places cane in cart, leans on handle of same and heads my way.
He is a few steps from me. I greet him. "Nice day!"
"It is," he replied
"Say, tell me. Does that Hurry-cane help you hurry?"
"Not really, but it helps keep me upright. I have a new scooter-- 250 cc. My grandson bought it for my birthday when I turned 81 a few months ago."
"Really," I said. "Bet that'll get up and go!"
:"Oh, yes. She'll probably run seventy but I've only had her to 55. I rode all my life, Indians, Harleys, the whole bit, but I am getting a little fearful now. My balance, don't you know? Hard of hearing, worse in one ear than the other. Wonder if that has anything to do with it?"
"Couldn't tell you," I replied. "I ride my bicycle a lot and balance concerns me, too. Loud noises, like a siren, for instance, seem to almost tip me over. Say, 1934 was a good year, but you might be a bit older than I. When was your birthday?"
"July 5," he said. "July 5. 1934. I was almost a firecracker. Missed it by a day."
(I nearly fell over.) I extended my hand. "Some people call me Fizzle. I was born July 5, 1934."
Well, we talked for a bit more, exchanged names and provenances; he told me his wife passed a year ago following a ten year battle with Alzheimer's. BBBH returned from her expedition. The two old guys wished each other well.
[Totally true. This falls squarely in the category of You Can't Make This Stuff Up.]
*Beloved Beautiful Better Half