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The live in editor and I play a game “Guess My Age”.  At first I hold a towel over my face and ask “How old am I”.

Editor “50”.

I take the towel away.  “80”.

“That’s not fair, you must guess younger than my real age.”

In hopes of a better result, I drop my pants.

“Now how old am?”

“Twelve.  I hope you grow up, that’s pathetic.”

I should learn not to ask questions unless I’m ready for the answer.

Appears In Short Humour

Appears in Short Humour and Writer’s Egg #11 and first annual anthology #2.