Old Mannerisms
I was accused of not being old enough to be a grumpy old man. Bah! I am old at heart and that's what counts. For proof, I'll spin a tale of my infamous shenanigans.
In aught three I think it was (summer of the big heat wave) I was relaxing on my davenport looking dapper in new slacks, cardigan and slip-on loafers. While watching Murder She Wrote (Angela Lansbury sure is the bee's knees) I heard a ruckus over by my automobile. I donned my spectacles and galoshes to go see what all the commotion was about.
I spied a group of ankle-biters in their dungarees and shirtsleeves skylarking under my veranda! When I shook my fist and yelled "Cut the horseplay, you hoodlums!" they skedaddled.
Old man Chris doesn't take guff from the likes of those whippersnappers.
3 comments:
I think you missed an opportunity to drive home the "old man" appearance by mentioning that you keep your davenport fresh and clean by keeping it tightly sealed under several layers of plastic wrap
Don't crack wise ya smart aleck. I think that is more of an old woman thing.
How about "Great Gehosephat, I forgot to take my viagra!"
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