I Must Look Old

Made a trip to the spring yesterday to get water and met this nice young couple who were there to fill up their jugs.

They arrived with a dozen gallon jugs threaded onto the handle of a broom -- cool idea. They weren't aware of the need to try to find jugs made from the "better" plastic via the number in the triangle on the bottom of the jugs (numbers 1, 2, 4, 5 = "good" while 3, 6, and 7 = "bad"). Fortunately, their jugs were a "2". They were appreciative of that information and I was appreciative of their friendliness.

I so enjoy meeting people in rural environments -- nice and easy to talk to. (Okay -- there are nice people everywhere. Maybe the unhurried rural environment lends itself more to conversation.) I think this polite, pony-tailed, young man thought I looked a little old to be hauling water up the stairs from the spring, so as I filled my five-gallon containers he would carry them up to my car. Getting old is great!