An 84-year-old man is having a drink in Harpoon Harry's. Suddenly a gorgeous girl enters and sits down a few seats away. The girl is so attractive that he just can't take his eyes off her. After

 An 84-year-old man is having a drink in Harpoon Harry's.

Suddenly a gorgeous girl enters and sits down a few seats away.
The girl is so attractive that he just can't take his eyes off her.

After a few minutes, he gathers his courage, shuffles over with all the swagger his cane will allow, and says with a twinkle in his eye,
“Excuse me, miss, but I couldn’t help but notice your beauty from across the bar. Would you allow an old man to buy you a drink?”

She smiles politely. “Aww, that’s sweet of you, but I think you’re a little too seasoned for me.”

He chuckles. “Seasoned? Honey, I’m practically marinated.”

She laughs, amused, “Okay, okay, you’ve earned one drink.”

They chat, and to his surprise, she seems genuinely interested in his stories. He tells her about his days as a jazz pianist, his travels through Europe, and how he once beat a chess grandmaster — accidentally, by knocking over the board.

Finally, she leans in and whispers, “You’re a very charming man. Tell me, how do you still have so much energy?”

He winks and says, “Well, every morning I wake up, stretch, and thank the good Lord that my knees didn’t creak loud enough to set off the burglar alarm.”

She giggles. “What’s your secret to staying so young at heart?”

He leans closer and says, “Three things: jazz music, peanut butter on toast, and pretending I don’t hear my doctor when he says ‘take it easy.’”

Just then, the bartender walks over with a drink for the lady and says, “Compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

She looks up. It’s a young guy, muscular, confident, and flashing a grin like he owns the place.

She turns to the old man. “I’m flattered by both of you! But how do I choose?”

The old man sips his drink and says, “Well, he might have abs of steel… but I’ve got stories, savings, and all my teeth — in a glass, but still.”

She laughs so hard her mascara runs. “You win.”

And just like that, he whispers, “Harpoon Harry’s… still got it.”