Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Billy
Subject: Our Sage
“So you've been 26 for a couple of weeks now. How does it feel? The arthritis kick in yet?”
“It's much like being 25, only older. The arthritis is painful. It takes me 45 minutes to get up in the morning.”
“No! I'm 26, not 56. I get up fine in the morning, my hair's not falling out or going gray, and I can actually remember everything that happens during the day.”
“Now you're just teasing me.”
“Would I do that?”
“You're right. You young ones have it so easy. Back in my day..” Billy pretends to drift off and stares into space.
“Ann and Frank are turning 24 next week, they're getting up there too!”
“Wow, a good two dozen years. You can measure your age just like you measure eggs.”
“Are you implying I'm an omelet?”
“Hmm, what else can I compare your age to?”
“No fair. Your age is a prime number, hard to compare to anything.”
“That's why we just make fun of him because he's old.”
“The ancient one.”
“Ancient one? That makes me sound like a wise sage. Ooommmmm.”
“Oh wise Billy the Sage. Tell me where to eat dinner tonight.”
“The path lined with pepperoni pizza is the path to happiness.”
“I can live with that advice.” Tabitha says, picking up the phone.