On Looking Like a Grandfather

     I travel to Las Vegas twice a year on wholesale buying trips as I am the principal buyer for www.dcmachinc.com.   Generally it is a whirlwind trip and pretty hard work.    This year, however, I arranged to add another day which allowed me to slow down just a bit and not give myself a heart attack running around non stop for three days.
I have to travel between two convention centers and take the monorail most trips.   If certainly saves on shoe leather.  
As I was walking down a long hall at the Sands Convention Center late in the afternoon a beautiful young lady noticed me and came walking toward me with a warm smile.    I was taken aback, but I will admit I look pretty good for my 57 years.    I slowed my approach but she sped hers up.   It appeared this young and gorgeous girl was tipsy, which is not unusal to see in Vegas.   
She threw her arms open and with a great big smile said, "You look just like my GrandFather!"
At that moment two young men ran up and grabbed her before she fell down.    I must have had an odd look on my face as they both started apologizing for her explaining that she was drunk.
They led her off tottering and careening down the hall, giggles and singing followed them for a long time.
My time for that being past, I walked to the card tables and found comfort amongst the other gnarled and aged fellows.    
I fit right in with them.