By Peggy Strait, a member of Get Your Wordsworth
I went to meet a friend of mine at the Angelika Theater last Friday afternoon. He has a wonderful habit of always being at a place before I arrive, but on this occasion I was early. As I entered the theater, I held the door open for the person walking in just behind me. He was a tall, well-dressed, good-looking gentleman with an intelligent, kindly face. I judged his age to be late sixties to mid seventies. We walked into the lobby – then he turned to me and asked, “What movie are you going to?” “Midnight in Paris,” I replied. His face lit up. “Wonderful!” he said, “I am going there, too!” “Like mind!” was my spontaneous response.
Just then, my friend arrived and I discontinued the exchange with the stranger. I told him about the incident. He sized up the guy, standing now by the refreshment counter, and was reassuring. “He’s all right – not a threat. He thought you were alone and wanted your company.”
I am a recently widowed seventy eight year old woman. This was a different kind of “senior moment”.
Peggy Strait is a widow, mother, grandmother, professor emerita of mathematics, and since joining “Writing From Life Experience” has broadened her interest in arranging numbers to include an interest in arranging words.