I was waiting for FCC outside a mall restaurant. In one of the windows were a couple of kids- a boy and a girl around the age of 7-9. While sitting there, I noticed that they would look out the window, and turn excitedly to talk to whoever was across the table from them.
It wasn't until FCC and I went in to the restaurant and was sitting next to the kid's table that I found out what they were looking at out the window.
The boy declared in a loud, clear voice, "Look, Mom. The old guy!"
The young woman who had been identified as "Mom" apologized profusely, but she really didn't need to. The kids were right. Compared to them, or their mom for that matter, I am an old guy. The important part of it was it was an innocent observation with no malice in it.
If it weren't for the fact that I am cheap, I'd get some hair dye...if I had enough hair.
Later, Mushers!
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Leave your hair alone.
It's a good thing to be the "old guy" for little kids.
Aren't you flattered the child was impressed by you?
I'm in the same league as Otto, a local Runamuk fisherman. He was in one of those southern malls last November when a bunch of kids ran up to him shouting, "Santa!"
I rub elbows with near quasi-greatness!
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