Sighting

You joined a rather full elevator that I (curly silver hair/grey dress/black sandals/pink toenails) was on and made a joke. Neither of us were paying attention so we both got off on the first floor instead of the ground floor, noticed it after the fact, and walked down a flight of stairs before heading towards the Elizabeth Street exit. You mentioned coordinating getting your father (who had just had a quadruple bypass) back home to Thunder Bay. We briefly exchanged some information about the many logistics of it. You came across as various sincere, polite, and thoughtful. I deliberately lingered on the hospital grounds for a while in hopes that you might come back soon but finally gave up.

I don’t know what-I can’t promise anything-everything is a possibility/opportunity