Mr. Smooth

On a trip to visit family who live out of state, I sat with my father as the plane we were on slowly filled.
     Pre-boarding rules.
     I sat by the window, and my father sat in the middle seat. Soon, an attractive elderly lady came and sat in the seat next to him.
    Playfully making small talk, she told us, “Are you the gentlemen who paid extra to sit next to a beautiful woman?”
    “Yes, we did,” I told her.
    If I had a hat, I would have tipped it.
     My father, on the other hand, turned to me...
    “Is it too late to get our money back?” he grumped.
 
 

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