At a barbecue, the subject came up that a recently-purchased house in the neighborhood is up for sale again.
"I wonder what happened," I said.
"The guy left his wife for a 23-year-old girl," the hostess remarked.
"Are you kidding?" asked a 44-year-old fellow dipping into a bowl of Doritos. "How old is he?"
"I don't know," the hostess replied. "Forty-seven, I think."
"What an idiot!" the guy shouted. "Hey, Paul, did you hear that the guy in the white house left his wife for a 23-year-old?"
"I heard," Paul replied. "What an IDIOT!"
Later, I told Peter the story.
"What a moron. What's he going to talk about with a 23-year-old?"Contrary to what the box in the living room tells us, not every guy wants to be Jack Nicholson or Michael Douglas (I still haven't figured out what Catherine Zeta Jones sees in that guy. His rump wobbled way back in Basic Instinct).