I am a senior male living in a seniors residence.
Walking down a hall the other day, following one of our female staff members, I thought I could attempt one of those flirtatious but innocent come-hither whistles.
Got no response.
Tried it again, with no response.
Suddenly it came to me, I had lost my whistle. This is not at all like misplacing your keys. This is much more important. It is the loss of an integral part of the male being, the opening to the best pickup line.
The importance of this carries over to the boudoir.
“Hank, how come you never whistle at me anymore?”
“Mert, you need new batteries in your hearing aids.”
Is there a girl anywhere who does not appreciate the flirt of a whistle directed at her? I think not.
I have lost my whistle and it can not be replaced. I have checked the web, and no suitable replacement. Policemen and coaches all have theirs, but no, not us seniors.
Again, we seniors are relegated to the back of the line when looking for government assistance in this important matter.
Walter Frewen, Surrey