When a person is a week shy of turning 100, she develops a kind of innocence- or rather, a casual indifference to social norms.
One such person, a tiny wizened lady, was slowly making her way toward breakfast this morning when a member of the staff pointed out to her that her skirt was inside out. My lady stared at this person for a second, then without a word, right there in the lobby, dropped her skirt to the floor. I did a kind of yelp, ran over to her yelling HANG ON HANG ON HANG ON HANG ON, and assisted her to a bathroom to rectify the situation. Later I laughed myself stupid.
I want to be her when I grow up.