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Up until a couple weeks ago, my father at age 96 still went down to his office 3 days a week. It's in a 5 story building with long halls and a mens room and ladies room near the elevator on each floor. His office is all the way at the other end of the floor.
So about a month ago I went down to the office with him and he stops by the mens room and tells me to try and open the door. It's a big heavy wooden door with the hydraulic arm at the top. And it is hell to push open for a 96 year old fellow with bad shoulders. He says he left management a note on the door to adjust/loosen the mechanism. Tells me to give it a try. Nope, no adjustments made. Still hell to open.
So I tell him to try the door on the ladies room and see if it is any easier to open.
He says "HELL! That's the ladies room!"
I told him "Well what the hell does it matter if you really gotta go and the door is easier to open? If anybody asks you, tell them you identify with a young lady trapped in the body of an old man!"
He chuckled.
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