Feeling Old

I got on the bus the other day to see my friend Joseph for a haircut. While paying my fare, I saw a pretty, young (and pretty young) woman in one of the front seats.  I’d guess she was about 1/2 my age.

As I started walking down the aisle, I gave her one of my patented, “Gosh-you’re-pretty – but-I’m-harmless” smiles.

What did she do?

SHE GOT UP AND OFFERED ME HER SEAT!

I felt like I was about to fall down and break a hip ……

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