Yesterday, while I was standing in line, an old fellow ambled in and Joe (the postmaster) asked, "How do you feel?" And the old fellow sighed and said, "Oh, I don't know. Okay, I guess."
Marash Girl couldn't resist.
"When my father Peter was in his 90's (of course I know you're much younger) and folks asked him, "How do you feel?", he always answered, "With my fingers! How do YOU feel?"
The old fellow replied, "I'm almost in my 90's!"
Marash Girl asked him, "So how do you feel?"
"With my fingers," he answered with a grin and a chuckle. "How do YOU feel?"
As happens sometimes, the old teach the young teach the old. . .