As the
hostess at the casino
buffet
showed me to my table, I asked her to keep an eye out for my
husband, who would be joining me
momentarily. I started to describe
him: “He has gray hair, wears glasses, has a potbelly …”
She
stopped me there. “Honey,” she said, “today is senior day. They all look like
that.”
Rosalie Daria, Cincinnati, Ohio
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