An old guy leaning on a walker smiles widely at me in front of the 7-11 on Grace Street, white wisps of hair blowing in the morning's delicious breeze.
Before I can move on, he speaks.
"You look great in shorts."
"The good lord gave you a beautiful body!"
"How old are you?"
"And you're still looking at women's butts?"
"Until the good lord strikes me dead!"
Amen. Now be on your way.