More people seem to call me sir on this side of the Apocalypse now that my hair's turned another color. Including the young lady who I covered for tonight while she used the men's room because the ladies' was a single-seater and occupied.
"Sir, thank you for being a good dude by watching the door for me," she said.
"Of course. What kind of man would I be otherwise?"
She smiled unabashedly.
That wouldn't have happened if I was a younger man. Harmless has its perks, I guess.
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