Cashing In

By Jim Hagarty
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Apparently, if you’ve seen one old guy, you’ve seen them all.
In a coffeeshop lineup this morning, I stood behind a man who I thought was my senior by many years. The young man behind the cash register served him then turned around to clean up the counter behind him. Meanwhile, the man in front of me moved away so I stepped up. At that point, the young server turned around and handed me the other guy’s change. I am trying to think of an angle whereby I can profit by being mistaken for (much older) men, but nothing has jumped out at me so far.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.