Well, geezuz.
So.....today while in the big city, I encountered a 102-year-old lady trying to cross the street. As automotive traffic was rather heavy, I took her arm to help her across.
When we got to the other side, she clung to me, saying, "You're such a nice young man."
Then, with the curve of her oaken cane hooked over one of her lower arms, she opened her purse and dug among the contents, pulling out a $10-bill. "I want you to have this, young man," she insisted.
To the contrary, I insisted no; and if it was spare money to her, I suggested she give it to her church or some charity.
"I tell you what, young man; I give plenty to my church, to the food pantry, to the Red Cross and Salvation Army, to the city mission, to the women's shelter, to the Humane Society. But this time I think I'll splurge and give it to the Romney campaign so we get an adult in the White House."