Passerby and passersby
I love these words; they seem inverted or something.
I was in my car at a light, and was watching a passerby in the crosswalk.
I tried to figure out her age…and realized I still think of myself as being around her age; which I figured I was not.
As I have so many other times, as I get older, I become aware a larger and larger percentage of people I see are younger than me.
Wait, it’ll happen ;-)