Life in The Fast Lane

The Griddler’s Café pipes in music from a local radio station. An old standard from the 1970’s: “Life in The Fast Lane” by the Eagles was playing. As I sat sipping coffee a very skinny old woman scooched slowly by with the aid of a walker. I figured she was probably old enough to remember that song. With the pounding beat and catchy lyrics in my ears I was suddenly tempted to spin about on the counter stool and ask her in passing if that was her favorite song.

I restrained myself.

The problem is, you people have no sense of humor; no sense of humor at all.

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About The Twentieth Man

Age 67
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