I must be aging faster than ever. Just now I lugged my pack and gym bag up the stairs, a young woman ten steps ahead of me. Her suite was the one at the top of the stairs on the left. She scooted into her suite, not once looking back, locking and latching the door between her and the point where just then I was turning to head one floor up and across the hall.
As far as I know I was not mumbling or wearing stains. She wasn't taking any chances for what must be good reasons.
It's probably true about the aging, but just now I typed again instead of aging. So I'll take it.