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Crazy Old Man

At what age do you specifically reach the "you're an old man, so you can do and say whatever you like?" The other day we had an older gentleman (well, gentleman is generous) in line in our lobby who asked the woman in front of him, "Are you an Indian?" She graciously responded, "yep, what part of India do you think I'm from?" He replied,"the part with the elephants?" No, sir, the part with the highly successful optomologists who own and operate two eye clinics in the area and vacation bi-annually in the tropics. We all laughed at his off-hand remark, "oh that crazy old man," as he continued to offer lewd suggestions to the "blonde, red-head, and brunette" working behind the counter. What a character, huh?! Why, in some cases, do we settle for, "crazy old man" - and in others, prosecute to the fullest extent of the law?
-rkc

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