I grow old... I grow old....

[brooklynwriter]

Last week, on two occasions, youngish men offered me their seat on the subway.

sigh

Comments

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Did you wear the bottoms of your trousers rolled?

[barb-krasnoff.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm planning a shopping trip for something purple...

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

To indicate your royal status?

[barb-krasnoff.livejournal.com]

It's from a poem called "Warning" by Jenny Joseph, which starts:

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Oh, very nice.

[mattkressel.livejournal.com]

Doesn't necessarily mean they thought you were "old." They might just have been trying to be nice. ;)

[scbutler.livejournal.com]

Me. Too. Happened the first time ever to me last week. And it was a woman who offered the seat!