While parking my truck at the pier parking lot, I dropped off my wife and asked her to please go and claim a spot on the pier. As she pays the pier attendant she asked him to keep an eye out for her husband who, would be joining her momentarily. She started to describe me.
“He has gray hair, wears glasses, has a potbelly …”She stopped her there. “Honey,” he said, “today is senior day. They all look like that.”