I was at the YMCA the other day when the guy who runs the gym sat down on a piece of equipment next to me. He’s one of those guys who’s around 70 — and has the body of a 35-year-old. Like a runner. Or a swimmer.
“How ya doin’?” I said.
“I’m still buying green bananas at my ripe old age,” he said.
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