The other day I went to the doctor for a routine checkup.
As I got on the scale, the nurse, who looked late-twentyish-early-thirtyish, said something like, “You’re awfully spry for such an old geezer.” (Not her exact words, but you catch my meaning, you get my drift.)
Yes, but I have this picture in my attic . . . .
She had no idea to what I alluded.