I met a lady the other day at the Department of Economic Security. It was a hot day--in the 90's I believe, and in she walked with a beanie on her head, a sweat shirt, sweat pants, thick socks and shoes. Now I realize this is no excuse for dressing this way in what I consider to be pretty hot weather, but come to find out this lady was ONE HUNDRED EIGHT YEARS OLD! I've never met anyone that old!
Let's paint a better picture here. She was Vietnamese, about 4 feet tall, few if any teeth (I can't recall exactly), super knobby knuckles, and clouded eyeballs. She spoke Vietnamese, walked in on her own (no cane, walker, wheelchair, etc.), and interacted with Mylie but putting her hand or finger out for Mylie to touch or grab. She was actually with her daughter and granddaughter. They were all making a fuss about Mylie's cuteness (who wouldn't!?), then with great pride, her daughter offered to share her mother's age with us.
There's really no point to my story other than to say that I met a really really old person, born in 1901. Boy, she has seen A LOT. Have you ever met a REALLY old person?!