I sat alone at an outdoor cafe table. A wrinkly old man sat alone at a table next to me. A flat chested strawberry blonde dream vision, barely 4’ tall appeared down the aisle. White crop top, low skin tight gray capris, no panty lines, alabaster smooth flat belly and hips gloriously exposed, half walking, half dancing. Peripheral vision revealed that the old fart next to me was also transfixed by this beauty. She entered a door and disappeared from us. The old neighbor looked to the sky and spoke out loud to himself, “and today was the day that the grandpa died”. We both let out a breath we had held since she appeared.