Ageing with Style

I spend a lot of time in transit between home, work and other engagements.  Tonight, I was at a Skytrain station, waiting for my bus to take me home.  I noticed to the side, an old couple sitting down on a concrete wall and the gentleman had his arm around her waist.  I thought that was interesting, but didn’t look twice.

It was when the bus came that things became interesting.  He walked her to the bus and helped her get on, but didn’t join her.  She then proceeded to walk all the way to the back of the bus and sat on the last bench (where mostly teens like to sit and put up their feet).  He waited outside, standing near where she was seated.  It sort of looked like they were talking with their hands.  When the bus started to pull away from the curb, he blew her a kiss.  As we passed him again, he gave a final wave that she returned.  That exchange was so adorable.  I feel like they were on a date and she was headed home after a long day of adventures.  At least that is what I would like to believe.

Moments later, another elderly gentleman got on the bus.  He had ear buds in his ears and you could clearly tell he was enjoying his music.  Where are all these cool seniors coming from?  Maybe they only come out at night?  When I get older, I want to be like them.  Ageing with style.  Guess the saying is right: “growing older is mandatory, growing up is optional.”