You have the softest ankles I've ever felt.

Today, as the doors to the elevator opened, I saw a rather old couple blocking the doorway, waiting to get on. I let the lady with her walker hobble on, as well as her husband, then quickly exited. As I rounded the corner, I overheard the old lady say to her husband, "Is this where we get off?" to which her husband replied in a loving but exasperated tone, "No! We just got on."

I love old people.