I've Still Got It!

We were gathered inside JJ's Donut Shop this morning, the weather being cold and overcast, when a lovely young woman with dark hair, bright lipstick and a nice figure got out of her car and walked in. Then she did something unusual. --Unusual for us, at least. She smiled at us.

Most young women pretend we don't exist. After all, we're not young studs, we're geezers.

But when she smiled, each man there felt certain that she had smiled at him and no one else. This, even though all of us are either in our sixties, seventies or eighties. We likely would have gotten into a fistfight over who she had smiled at, but she turned around with donut and coffee in hand and smiled at us again.

"Hello," she said brightly, and each of us had the same thought: "She said hello to me! I've still got it." This belief was confirmed when, rather than walk out to her car, she came toward us and sat down. Right between Ryan and me.

"My name's Simone," she announced, and gave us a winning smile.

"I'm Ryan." "I'm Wallace." I'm Benny." . . .ad nauseum, the men responded. She shook each man's hand.

"Well, gentlemen," Simone said, "I'm here to ask if any of you would like to support my son's baseball team by purchasing a few raffle tickets. Only two dollars each." Then she took a deep breath.

Without hesitating, we all reached for our wallets.

Within ten minutes, Simone had sold all her tickets. She counted her money, smiled at us graciously, and then walked to her car and left -- probably never to be seen again.

But no matter. Each of us, regardless of age, had the same thought: "Yup, I've still got it."