Enjoyed my repast, paid the ticket, and exited the restaurant. As I went through the door approaching me in little half steps much like mine, was a tall gentleman about my height, white-hair, much like mine. "Looking for the party for Dan," he told me. It is to be at JD." "This is the place," I said. Now knowing this celebration was in honor of Dan's 100th birthday and noting that the old man beside me was a bit creaky, I said, "Are you a contemporary of Dan's?" "Uh, yes," he said, "I am 86." "So am I!" I exclaimed. "But I'll be 87 tomorrow."
The old gentleman patted me on the shoulder as though to say, "Don't patronize me; I know I am older than you." Oops. On second thought perhaps he was thinking, "No way; you've got to be much older than I."
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