For months (maybe years) there have been workmen doing some gigantic underground pipe work at a nearby corner.  The other day as I walked by, their drilling raised clouds of dust.  I put my hand over the street-side of my face and started across the intersection.

I heard a shout from one of the workers: “Why are you hiding that beautiful face?”

I took down my hand and smiled at a very handsome workman.  “Thank you,” I called out.  The message here:  Not all people find an 86-year-old invisible. 

I am smiling as I write this.