FLASH FICTION BY DON KENTON HENRY
When shopping for new boots, the cute young sales girl said, “How do you like these Old Gringo?”
I replied, “Please don’t call me old!”
She said, “No! The boots are made by Old Gringo!” (What a difference a comma makes!) So . . . I thought, “What the heck!” and asked her out.
She said, “You’re my dad’s age.”
So I asked, “Do I get a senior discount?”
“At Denny’s!” she said.