THE BEAUTY OF ONE'S AUTUMN YEARS

I just went to a Citibank near work to make a deposit, and as I stood at the ATM there was a kindly looking old geezer to my left who was about to slide his deposit envelope into the receptacle. His shaking, liver-spotted claw positioned the envelope, but he dropped it just as it was about to go in and proceeded to voice his annoyance while bending to retrieve it. "FUCK! Sonofabitchfuck...Pisscunt...MOTHERFUCKER!!!" he eloquently noted as he slowly lowered his rickety self to the floor, the litany of cuss words ending only when he straightened up. He then successfully made his deposit, his sweet, grandpa-like veneer back in place.

So much to look forward to when I'm seventy...