Is jy 'n raad-gewer of 'n raad-kryer?

Is jy 'n raad-gewer of 'n raad-kryer? I stalked her in the grocery store: her crown of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip, her erect bearing, radiating tenderness, watching the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her  basket, beaming peace like the North Star. I wanted to ask, "What aisle did you find your serenity in, do you know how to be married for fifty years or how to live  alone, excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to  possess some knowledge that makes the earth turn and  burn on its axis—" But we don’t request such things from strangers nowadays. So I said, "I love your hair." Alison Luterman