Every Tuesday at 3:27 pm I pick up an elderly couple at the corner of Boston and Queen Anne. They go to the Safeway there on Tuesdays. They have one of those rectangualr shopping carts. They can't get it up the steps, but usually there's another passenger who will help out. If not, I will.
They get off a few blocks down the hill. They can manage the cart by themselves there. The gentleman puts the cart down on the sidewalk, then helps his wife off. They are both unfailingly polite and gracious to me, and to each other.
I hope that when I'm old, I'll be able to take care of myself, and have the help of my sweety. I don't really take that good of care of myself, and I don't think old age is going to agree with me. And I don't really have much in the way of prospects. No kids, few friends and relatives. It's the biggest reason I took the bus driving gig: In 30 years, I'll have a pension.