Oh, yeah? I'm such a geezer that when I go to a restaurant they make me pay before the meal.
I worked with a guy who looked exactly like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. His age was a mystery. (We should have sawed him in half to count the rings.) He was as rich as Midas, too.
Needless to say, he married this hot little 30 something number from the sales department. That lasted a year. After that, he was dating a COLLEGE girl!
I wanted to ask what kind of vitamins he was taking, but he grossed me out too much to be involved in his personal life.