The arrogance of old age

Yesterday morning I bought two six packs of beer on sale at the liquor store.


I placed them on the front seat of the car and headed back home.


I stopped at the service station where a drop-dead gorgeous, almost blonde was filling up her car at the next pump.


It was very warm and she was wearing tight shorts and a light top which was wide open.


She glanced at the beer, bent over and knocked on my passenger window.


With her braless breasts almost falling out of her skimpy top she said, in a sexy voice, "I'm a big believer in barter, old fellow. Would you be interested in trading sex for beer?"


I thought for a few seconds and asked, "What kind of beer you got?"


THE ARROGANCE OF OLD AGE