Waiting for a train

Yesterday I was waiting for a train, when a young man strolled past on the very edge of the platform, the part marked in bright yellow so people will know that walking there is dangerous.

There was an older couple standing next to me on the platform — I’d say they were both in their mid-to-late seventies. Turned to her husband, the wife said “I don’t want to see you walking on the edge like that. It’s not safe.”

Although the husband was trying to hide it, I could tell he was unhappy about being lectured by his wife. I couldn’t resist breaking in. “Some people,” I said to her, “like to live dangerously.”

They both smiled at me, and the wife said “If danger he wants, he should ride a zip line.”

Then the husband got a big grin on his face. Turning to his wife he said, “I don’t want to see you riding zip lines. It’s not safe.”

2 Responses to “Waiting for a train”

  1. Sharon says:

    My mom went zip-lining for the first time when she was 73. I guess if you’re going to live dangerously, it makes more sense in a way to do it when you’re in your 70’s than when you’re 17!

  2. Heather says:

    that’s adorable!

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