Today at work I see this woman who I guess is about 90 years-old. She is raising the pinky fingers of each hand to her mouth. Next she blows hard and a rather large whistle emanates from her lips.
I turn around and see a man in his mid-or-late-nineties sitting on a bench. When he hears the whistle, he bolts up and starts walking toward the woman. It was time for them to go. She has finished shopping with a woman around age 70, who I am guessing is her daughter.
It was very cool.
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