A rather elderly gentleman (mid-eighties) walks into an upscale cocktail lounge.
He is very well-dressed, smelling slightly of an expensive after-shave, hair well-groomed,
great-looking suit, flower in his lapel. He presents a suave, well-looked-after image.

Seated at the bar is an elderly fine-looking lady (mid-seventies).

The gentleman walks over, sits along-side of her, orders a drink, takes a sip, turns to her and says,
"So tell me, good looking, do I come here often?"


Note: This is just a joke. Most of us know where we are and where we're going.