At Least They're Committed

Conversation at dinner:

P: how old are you?

D: 66 … Mike how old are you?

M: 52

TR: Oooh, we’re the same age!

M (literally gasps): you can’t be … You can’t be in your 50s! I thought you were in your 20s! 30 at the most.

Methinks my auntie needs to move back to San Diego so I can visit my brilliant new friends often.