We went to a dinner party Friday. There were eight people there. It was part of a series of dinners for people who live in the condo association (where we rent) to get to know each other.
Peter looked particularly handsome, and I told him so before we left home.
When it was his turn to introduce himself to the group, he mentioned that he will turn ninety next month. There were audible gasps, and someone said he thought Peter looked about seventy-five.
The next morning I mentioned this to Peter and he said he didn’t “feel” seventy-five. He said he felt about 105. “And how does 105 feel?” I asked him.
“Creaky,” he replied.