Yeah, I hear you, Alfred.
The other day, I decided to try out a new barber shop. A nice young Greek fellow named Nick did a fine job. When he finished, since there’s a “seniors” discount, he politely, shyly, asked me my age.
“51,” I said.
Great, I thought. “Nick,” I asked, “am I old enough for the discount?”
He smiled politely and shook his head.
“How old do I have to be?”
He smiled and handed me my change.
“65. Have a good day.”
|“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?|
|I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.|
|I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.|
|I do not think that they will sing to me…”|