Somehow, my friend/relative and I got into a discussion about being senior citizens, complete with calling our high school friend (who graduated with us at the age of 16) a whipper snapper and offering her hard candy and talking about just how many cats we'll have.
Me: I'm totally gonna' have a blast with those little scooter carts when we're older.
C: haha yeah. we are gonna be the fun old ladies...
Me: I'll head straight for crowds in the grocery isles screaming, "Oh no, everyone get out of the way, my breaks don't work--I'M OUT OF CONTROL!!!" just to see if they move.
C: Hahaha yeah i can imagine you doing that