I was nearing the end of my 5 mile walk today when someone coming the other way, on the other side of the road, caught my eye. I was wearing my usual t-shirt, scruffy jeans and a baseball cap to save my head from the blistering sun.
No ? Ok to retain the heat then. But it was a lovely sunny day at least.
This other person cut quite a dash. Even for Leeds 17. Facially he was a bit like a young Colonel Sanders with a very well trimmed white goatee beard. He was wearing an immaculate cream suit and a similar coloured panama hat.
As we passed each other, he looked across at me. I was so taken with his appearance I found myself touching the peak of my baseball cap and he smiled and did the same with his much more classy hat. We never broke stride and the moment was over.
I had a smile on my face for quite a while afterwards as, for a few seconds at least, I felt I'd gone back to a previous age when men wore hats and would acknowledge one another by touching their brims in passing.
A few minutes later a young lad in his 20's came along on the other side of the road again. He'd just bought a pack of cigarettes and in true British style, he removed the wrapping, peeled off the silver 'foil' and threw both on the ground before tipping out a cigarette.
The smile was wiped off my face.
I so wanted The Colonel to come back and smack him with a cream coloured glove.
It would've been the classy thing to do.