Thread: And yet another sign of growing old

So, one of my long time customers is a skinny little Japanese fellow with a heavy accent who owns a bagel shop. Nice man. He has been here in the US for about 5 years. He and his wife and two daughters run this shop seven days a week, no help from anyone else. Numata is his name. Whenever he calls it is the same routine: "MAK, MAK, EMUUUGEENCY! COME QUICKRLY!!!"

So, about two weeks ago I get this call. Its Numata and his familiar refrain. I come to his shop and find he has a problem with his conveyor toaster. I fix the unit as needed and go to write up the invoice. I look on the unit to find the model and serial number but find I have trouble seeing it. I pull out my trusty flash light. At this point I sense Numatas presence behind me. I am still having trouble reading the confounded model and serial number so I slip on my 10 dollar 1.75X magnifying reading glasses. At this point Numata moves in a little closer. I assume he is curious about what I am trying to see. I still can't make out that blasted small print they use...couldn't be my eye sight as I am only 45...could it? At this point I pull out a magnifying glass out of my pocket. Numata falls to the floor laughing like a mad man "I thought I was old" he said at least three times "This is why I rlike you" he says through fits of laughter...The bastard is fifty years old.

Ah well...it had to happen eventually.