Old Man Sits At Bus Stop With Wedding Dress On His Lap, Then A Woman Finds Out Why

One afternoon, the dress wasn’t there. Walter sat alone, empty lap, hands folded. Caitlyn rushed over, concerned. “Everything okay?” she asked. He smiled. “It needed a cleaning,” he said. “Didn’t want it to fade too much.” She exhaled. “You had me worried.” He patted her hand. “I’ll bring it back tomorrow. She’d never forgive me if I let it yellow.”