“You’re turning fifty?” He looks her up and down and then repeats, “Fifty? Well you don’t look it, sweetie. By my estimation you’re about thirty-five!” He gave her a short hug and they continued on their walk.
“Really Frank, I know you don’t do birthdays, but you have to admit, I’m getting up there!”
Her husband smiled and yelled out “Happy Birthday!” as he quickened the pace to a jog. She had no problem keeping up and even ran past him, laughing.
Frank knew that she would. She was in great shape and he wanted her to realize it.