Elf and I were walking home last night. We were still passing through the hotel district, waiting at the traffic lights when a group of four older tourists hailed us for directions to Woolworths. One lady had her phone out with a set of directions on it; so I thought we could just point out the first street in the distance and they could follow those instructions.
But. It was pretty much dark. Woolworths in the city is hard to find; you literally don't see a sign until you at the top of the escalator. They were pretty elderly. So I said to Elf; we really should walk with them. We scampered after them and said, do you mind? They were happy for us to escort them.
Mrs Directions-On-Her-Phone was leading the way so I caught up to her, and Elf chatted to the other three. One gent with a stick was 92! My lady's name was Rosemary and we have now exchanged numbers. They were all in town for a square dancing festival at Town Hall! They were staying at a city hotel but keen to have their own provisions for breakfast.
Once we'd got them in sight of the escalator we said our goodbyes (with hugs) and chuffed off to try to catch a bus home. We missed it by that much. We caught an inferior bus and had a late dark hungry walk instead.
But, we have new friends from WA; they live in the country out east of Perth. Rosemary said we should visit if we are in Perth. "We have horses - for the kids. But the kids are in their fifties".
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