Flattery will get you everywhere

Part way through the day, I rested my weary dawgs on a village bench and out came a chatty senior keen on knowing all about me. She made a great show of her disbelief about my walking practices and said she wished she could follow suit but her knees required surgery and she would pass as she was too old. "Too old?", I exclaimed, "not possible". She revealed with a wry smile that she was 78 years young. She honestly didnt look a day over 65 but I went with 60 anyway. That comment made her so happy she was almost dancing on air. So sweet. I guess that goes to prove youthfulness really is a state of mind.