Waving

When I go for my afternoon walk, I always wave to people in their cars and golf carts. Today I waved to a man in a golf cart and he stopped and got out. I thought he thought I needed help or something. I said I was just saying hello. Then he asked me if I knew where Rose Avenue was and I did know which is kind of unusual. I told him how to get there. Later on my walk, I saw him again riding back the way he came with a lady in his golf cart. They must have been on their first date.