A Kid Called Me an Old Man!
[Lynn],
Well, on the silk [Lynn likes the feel of it.]: Whatever trips your trigger. 
Jealous. Me? Yep, you’re right. Whatever you say, dear. I’m actually all three at times: a baby, an invalid, as well as an old man. You know, the other day I was on the bus. This boy in his mid teens sat next to me. A few stops later, a friend of his boarded and asked the kid beside me to go sit with him. “After all,” he said, “ you don’t want to sit by an old man, do you?” The kid darted off immediately. I paid them no mind. In a whisper: The runts!
Later,
Tom