Talking to an empty chair

As we age, we all think we're still at our 'cool' age. At least, that's what's inside my head. And I'm quite insulted when someone implies that I'm not.

We need an inner voice, a restrictor plate (in Nascar terms), to prevent us from looking quite foolish; when the youngsters roll their eyes and look as though they'd like to be anywhere else.

So... while Clint thought himself quite clever, in fact he looked old and foolish. If only he had delivered a 'normal' speech of endorsement... *sigh*.

BTW, the chair says I look fabulous! ;-)