I don't know what I would say if given the opportunity. If I know anything about myself, I would probably attempt to be gracious upon that first, inevitable run in. I hope its on my "turf" and  my hair is straightened. I hope I have both cigarette and drink in hand--the age appropriate security blanket. I would like to think that I will smile and nod, take a drag and not apologize. I may or may not quote the recently discussed Bob Dylan song that always breaks my wee little heart. I would like to think that my shoulders will be particularly strong...so it appears that this encounter is no big thing. It will be and I know its coming...so long, honeybee.