Tales From The Diner (Part Two)

Within moments of being seated, another table was seated right behind me, and it turns out said table included a local celebrity of the diner.  As our server, Alice (not her real name), was quick to point out, this gentleman was one hundred and one years old.  Strictly speaking, he was one hundred and one and “a half” years old, which initially struck me as an odd turn of phrase when describing an adult’s age, but it made more sense once I thought about it.

Beyond a certain age I could see how it does become significant again how many months it’s been since your last birthday.

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