WE WERE DINING OUT at a well-known Chinese restaurant that came highly recommended—despite being rather old and in need of some attention. This was one of the few excursions we have made recently and were looking forward to the food, which was rated among the best in the Pacific Northwest.
After we were seated and the waiter had brought us menus and taken our drink order, I pointed to another couple across the room: an old man and woman who reminded me of my parents.
And I said, “You know what? That’ll be us in ten years.”
And Berni said, “That’s a mirror. It’s old, and it’s cracked. Like you. And I told you you need new glasses . . .”