buy cytotec 200mcgThe old guy was showing off for a couple younger guys he was with the day I met him. The younger guys were trying to keep the old man from lifting anything heavy.
“I can do this!” the old man yelled at the youngsters in his finest Jack Lalanne portrayal.
They backed off and let the man do what he needed to do.
“I’m not THAT old,” he said.
He really didn’t look that old to me, but after successfully lifting and moving his load without herniating himself, he stood straight up, puffed out his chest and proudly proclaimed, “I am sixty! Six-oh!”
“No kidding?” I said. “You really don’t look it.”
“Yep. Six-oh,” he repeated.
Then, even more proudly, he proclaimed, “And I do it at least three times a night!”
Now being sixty years old myself, that was impressive to me. Very impressive. So, naturally I reacted.
“Three times a night? Damn, man! That’s incredible! Good for you, pal!”
The old man’s face turned very serious as he turned his eyes toward mine. He said, “Nah, man. I am talking about going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. EVERY night! At least three times!”
The old guy then cut loose with the most youthful laugh I have ever heard.
Aging kind of sucks. Well – except for the laughs it so easily creates!