Why I Don't Hang In Bars

[The Poet]

You should really be over sixty to even be allowed to read this story. If
you're not, just save it and read it again when you are old enough to
appreciate it...

A rather elderly gentleman (mid-eighties) walks into an upscale cocktail
lounge. He is very well-dressed, smelling slightly of an expensive
after-shave, hair well-groomed, great-looking suit, flower in his lapel. He
presents a suave, well-looked-after image.

Seated at the bar is an elderly fine-looking lady (mid-seventies).

The gentleman walks over, sits along-side of her, orders a drink, takes a
sip, turns to her and says, "So tell me, good looking, do I come here
often?"

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My first thought was it's a wonder if he comes at all.