“Hall pass?”
That’s where the wife lets me go off by myself, see the movie by that title. For some reason she thinks since I’m almost 70 she doesn’t need to be concerned. My big plan is sit with an Army buddy telling lies, I mean war stories.
We were camping with friends when some gals rode by on their bicycles. The guys whistled at them, the gals said hi back and Mr. b couldn’t run to hide behind me fast enough. That earned him a permanent hall pass.