An Old Teen

While window-shoping in a mall one day, I was approached by a teenage boy.
With a grin, he said, “Hey, let’s get together sometime.”

I pushed back my wide-brimed hat to show him my face, croaking, “Thank you, sweetie but…”

His eyes widening like he has seen a hag, he bolted back to his cronies.

I’ve lived a little over a half-century, and still attract teenagers. 😉

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