Careful Grandpa!

Last Saturday, I skied with my daughter and a good friend of hers. Morning skiing had been terrific with some new snow and first tracks in some great spots.

We stopped for lunch at one of the mountain restaurants and I took care of the beverage.

As I was carefully bringing three large glasses of beer full to the rim, and slaloming my way back to our table in the crowded eating place, someone yelled at me “Careful, grandpa!”

This stopped me right in my tracks. I'd never been called “grandpa” yet, by some stranger in a public place...