After The Car Ride

My father was quite the lothario as a young man.
     And as an old geezer, too.
     Recently, we were having lunch, and he told the friendly waitress who came up to greet us, "Where have you been all my life?"
     The young girl laughed.
     Fortunately, now that I think about it, considering the times we live in.
     "To tell the truth, sir," she told him, sweetly, "I wasn't around for most of it."
 
 

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