As perhaps the oldest person you know, I feel obligated to warn you of what will happen to you as you mature, and your facilities that served you so well when you were younger start to go downhill. The other day I was at one of those do-it-yourself car washes. I had finished washing my car and was vacuuming the carpets when I was approached by a woman who appeared to be slightly distressed. I couldn’t turn off the vacuum for fear of losing my quarters, but I heard her over the roar say, “Do you know where there’s a whisk broom?” I did not. However, I thought I could be helpful and I responded, “No, but if you’ll bring it over here, I’ll blow it out for you.” Her facial expression of distress turned to outright fear as she spun around and walked away as fast as I’ve seen anyone walk in a long time. My wife approached me as the woman hurried away past her and asked what I had said. When I told her that the lady asked me if there was a whisk broom, my Lovely Bride clarified things and said, “No, Honey. She asked if there was a rest room.”
Consider yourself warned
