Outside the supermarket, two young men rugged up against the dusk, playing Take Five on acoustic guitars. Shaking their heads in time to the music, one had his eyes closed. The other smiled at me as I stopped with my little 'un to watch.
A tiny old lady, bent right over her Zimmer frame shuffled up exclaiming, "Hello kids!" She winked at me as she pulled a tiny red shiny purse with white polka dots out of her pocket. With a birdlike flourish, she tugged open the zip and tipped the entire contents of the purse into their open guitar case.
Then she met my little 'un's eye. "MYOO-sic! MYOO-sic!" She exclaimed, gingerly bouncing from foot to foot as she passed us by.