old korean ladies

Today, while I was picking up my lunch, I saw two old Korean ladies walk in to the restaurant, clutching each others' wrinkled hands. Then, on the way back to work, I saw three old Korean ladies jaywalk across the street, scurrying (in the way that only little Asian ladies can) past the green traffic lights. On the other side of the street, an old Korean lady walked down the street wearing bright teal pajama pants and holding a bright pink parasol.

All of these things made me happy.