This morning I was down at La Baguette drinking coffee, eating a roll, and reading the newspaper. Across the restaruant, I saw a group of guys shooting the bull. I had seen them before, as they meet every Monday. My thought: they all looked so old. Then the truth hit me: they all were my age.
I walked over to their table on the way out and told them about my observation. They all laughed.
We are the last to know.
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