Robin's mother has been in a retirement home here the last few years. Nice place, broad shady veranda where the folks congregate to smoke (not her).  I was on my way in theother day and overheard two of the residents talking.

The old woman says to the old man, "I can tell you how old you are."

"No you can't!" he says back.

"Sure I can," she says, and looks him over with a "Hmmph".  "Stand up."

His eyes narrowed, but not seeing quite yet what her angle might be, he
shakily gets up out of the rocker.

"Drop your pants," she orders.  He looks mildly shocked, but then his
eyes narrowed again and curiosity took over, so he unbuckles, unzips and
lets them fall.  "...and your shorts," she continues.

At this point I'm not sure if he was beyond turning back, or if he was
just accustomed to taking orders from the staff, but he pulled his
shorts down, too.

"Hhmm...turn around," she says, looks him over a moment more, then
declares, "You're seventy-eight!"

The old man is really startled now.  "Wha...How did you know that?"

"Ahhh," she says, "you told me yesterday."

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