Who?

She waddled beside me.
Pushed her bag up
on her shoulder
as I did.
Her head forward,
her coat flapped open.
As I closed my collar,
she did, too.

Did she realize,
I wondered,
that
she could be seen as
foolish, unkempt
and frumpy?

I arrived then,
and turned
to open the door.
And she stared me
in the face,
reflected
in the glass.