Sexy Girls

Earlier today, my wife asked me to go shopping with her.

I didn't want to. 

What I wanted to do was go for a walk and I knew shopping would get in the way of that.

When she told me we'd be going to the mall, I gave in. I figured, the way she shops, I could still get my walking done. This way we would both be a winner.

In my case, a broke winner.

Unfortunately, my father decided to tag along, so instead of walking I became a babysitter for a cranky old man. Once upon a time, my father also liked to walk, but these days his idea of walking has become sitting in front of the TV and watching The Price Is Right.

After a store or two, we decided to sit and wait for my wife to run out of money. As we watched the other shoppers walk past, a gaggle of very sexy girls walked by.

"Hmmm..." I said.

"Hmmm..." my father replied. 

When the girls sauntered out of earshot, he told me, "Seeing those girls makes me wish I was 20 years older."

"Don't you mean 20 years younger?" I asked him.

"No," he said. "If I were 20 years older, I’d no longer care."