I saw the coolest granny on the BART today.
She had a perfectly flipped out bob of blonde hair (not one speck of white), but you could tell from her face she was at least 80.
With an expert sense of balance, she "surfed" the train car as it lurched to the next stop, reading her fashion magazine the entire time (fantastic taste in literature). As the doors opened, she lept out and ran up the escalator stairs, light and sprightly.
What a testament to life after 60. Go granny!
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