I am a young man, looking for romance. I spend a lot of time playing word games with my little girl. And yet I have every ailment that men of 80 have. My body acts its age but my thinker does not. I think I can eat or sleep like a boy scout.
Our old folks home has put one of its old computers in the card room for the residents to use. It needs a new mouse though. I searched through all my electronic junk boxes looking for a mouse. I know I have one, but I cannot find it. It must be in storage. Ah well, I will buy a cheap one and donate it, just to get the computer running.
I need paper for the printer, since I am nearly out. I made a run to the Staples on my scooter. They have a special on paper so I bought three reams. I bought a cheap mouse.
When I returned, I opened the storage drawer to put the paper away, and LO, and BEHOLD. There is already packaged paper in there. I have plenty after all. Now I have plenty plenty plenty. And next to the plenty extra paper is THE EXTRA MOUSE. Now I have plenty extra mouse too.
So my active teen age mind is acting like a normal 80 year old brain. My little girl has passed the half century mark, and beats her Dad fourteen out of fifteen times.
So how old am I, anyway?