Poke Me With A Stick

I was walking down 22^nd Street today, with my nephew.  Behind us was an elderly crippled woman.

I felt a poke on my back.

“Hey, you!”  I heard.

I turned around.

It was the elderly crippled woman poking me in the back with her cane.

“Hey!  I love your hat and scarf.”  She said, while waving her cane.

I was wearing my turquoise sequined scarf and hat set that my sister, Sookie, knit for me last winter.

“Did you make it?”

“No.”  I said.  “My sister did.”

“Well, tell her she did a good job.”  She said, as she waved her cane in the brisk winter air.

My nephew and I looked at each other.

And shrugged.