Imagine my delight when the cashier beckoned the woman to come forward looked into the cart and asked sweetly, “So which six items would you like to...buy?”Wouldn’t it be great if that happened more often?Because they had no reservations at a busy restaurant, my elderly neighbour and his wife were told there would be a 45-minute wait for a table.“Young man, we’re both 90 years old,” the husband said. “We may not have 45 minutes.” They were seated immediately.The reason Politicians try so hard to. “I wouldn’t trade today for anything on this world of the next. My whole body is still reminding me of you. Are you free for dinner tonight?”“Does dinner include food?” he asks. “I seem to have used up the energy I had from breakfast.”“Of course it means food,” Lucy says sarcastically. “I’m not a nympho. I’ll even let you pick the place.”“I don’t know any place to eat except the little dinner right around the corner from my apartment,” he explains.“Then meet me at my place and I’ll take us. Ron (Laughing) Ya right! Uh Mrs. Thompson, want to have sex with me? Angel Well you may need a bit of help. There she is looking at her Garden. Think of something you woyld like her to do like scratch her bum then wiggle your fingers.Ron shakes his head smiling, wiggles his fingers and Mrs. Thompson touches her bum In seconds she is scratching then sits down rubbing her bum on the grass. Ron is laughing hard asking how to stop. That should at least have cut the bugger down to my size. Yeah look, besides the little teenage shits who hung around the sand dunes. Sometimes there was the odd weirdo. You know, the sort who seek out places where the little children like to play hide and seek and the like, do I really have to spell out why? And of course to spy on the courting couples who came to the dunes for their own nefarious reasons. Anyway, part of my unofficial deal with the local police, was that I discouraged that.