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I just returned from a quilting retreat. There are various ages attending but mainly women over 50. This is my fourth retreat. The last night there is always a banquet. While sitting at my table waiting for the banquet to begin I people watched. An elderly husband was holding his elderly wife's hand weaving through all the tables to get to their table. Another elderly woman with a cane came barreling through the crowd and right into the couple. She kept plowing through with her cane as the wife tottered back and forth with the husband desperately hanging onto to her hand. The elderly woman with the cane won. She got to her seat first.