What will you be like when you are ahem--older?

I was driving down Platte today and there was a white Nissan in the left lane with it's emergency blinkers on then the truck in front of me stopped all of sudden.  On most days, I would have impatiently honked in seconds but for some reason today, I waited to see what was going on and I am so glad that I did.  There was a little old lady on her red scooter with her faux fur hat and coat on cruising down the street.  I did not hear the conversation but based on watching the situation I gather that the guy in the Nissan was related to her in some way and the gentlemen on the right side of the road was trying to help her.  She maneuvered her scooter over to the right side of the road and traffic was still moving slowly when a police car coming in the opposite direction turned on its lights and siren to turn around and help with the situation.  I felt horrible for the little lady as she was determined to get somewhere and didn't seem too flustered by all of the commotion.  I was telling Darrell the story and said that she probably got pissed off at someone and said, "Screw you!  If you won't take me, I'll go on my own, on my little red scooter."  Darrell's response, "Something to look forward to." 

I'm happy to say that he's probably right.  I come from a long line of feisty women on my Mother and Father's side and I'm proud to say that the feistiness doesn't skip a generation.  We have so many fun stories involving my Grandmothers, Aunts, Mom and my sister that I probably could write a book and I just might someday.  Let me tell you when Grandma Tina got mad at us for eating one too many tortillas before dinner was ready, the swear words in Spanish would start as she chased us out of the house and we all ran laughing.  I still have images of Aunt Virg biting on her tongue as she got ready to swat one of us for something or of Grandma Rita, getting mad at Uncle George for coming home too late.  There are many classic dating stories of Marie and Jerry Geiser and then the married stories of Mom driving through garage doors and dropping all of us off at the bar because she wasn't happy with Dad's shenanigans.  I can still see the glint in their eyes when we sent them over the edge and I still see it in ourselves. 

 When I'm older and my hips give out and I can't walk anymore, I will have a little red scooter and if I feel like going somewhere and can't find someone to take me--I'll just take off down Academy slowing down traffic for all around me.  Screw the red dresses and purple hats--I want a red scooter with a faux fur hat and a matching coat with my ho-de-da red lipstick.