It seems yesterday was Old Chooks Day in town. There were grannies (and a few granpas) everywhere, in Jeans West and the supermarket and shuffling their way down the street.
And you know what made me mad?
You know what, sweetheart?
You might be 20 now but you won't stay that way forever.
God willing, one day YOU will be the Old Chook with a cane or a Zimmer frame, shuffling round the shops in the cold and every one of your joints will be aching and your bones will be a lot more fragile than they used to be.
Your balance won't be crash hot and your hearing might be gone, and when some Important Young Thing goes swishing by you I hope she's a little more careful than you were today.