Magic Encounter

I pull up on waiting for a light to cross the road. A voice behind me says,

“That was a very graceful stop”.

Me, “Thank you”

Her, “I love my scooter, why should kids have all the fun?”

Me, “Quite. Do you slide on your trolley at the supermarket?”

Her, “Yes”.

Then we high-fived each other.
She was 65ish well dressed, good hair cur, zingy.