My mum and dad are out dancing at a ceilidh.
My dad heads off for drinks after twirling my mother through something relatively strenuous.
My dad says to a woman nearby, “I’m getting too old for this.”
The woman nearby says, “Oh, no. Look at that man over there dancing. And he’s seventy.”
My dad makes international phone calls to his daughters to tell them a complete stranger thinks he’s younger than seventy.
We may never hear the end of this one.