Today at the diner, an old man with a cane stopped at the counter where a couple of waitresses were rolling silverware into napkins and he sang, Jerry Lewis-style, “two bizzy laydees.”
Bikers used to be cool
Also this morning, I saw a couple on a motorcycle in our small downtown. If they were to refer to each other as “my old lady” and “my old man,” they wouldn’t be exaggerating.
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