Sunday, December 27, 2009

HEY! Old man Scahill-move it!

Every once in a while I like to hit the street scene and paint the town red with savings. But apparently this is how others see me:

Cause last night at ACME some young woman needed to get bye me and said, "Excuse me sir."

Sir? SIR? Is my hair line that far gone? Have I lost my youthful exuberance? Should I contact the AARP and cash in my social security now?

Just when I had convinced myself to throw in the towel on my youth and strap on some Depends, another young woman needed to get bye and said "Excuse me honey." That's right, I'm not a "sir", I'm a "honey." It made me feel better. It made me feel so good I went home early to get some sleep.

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