The other day I celebrated another birthday. I found myself at DENNY'S for lunch. On a whim I turned the menu over to check out the "senior" selections, for folks 55 and up. I've always wondered if the senior portions were skimpy or nasty or something. So okay, I'm an adventurous guy; I decided to go for it. I had a turkey sandwich and a bowl of soup. If anything, the portions seemed generous. This is great, I thought. That evening I told Karen about my discovery.
She said, "You're fifty-FOUR."