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"I came down to check out the chicks," said the middle-aged man, still looking quite youthful in a charming way. We were standing by the egg vendor at the local farmers market.

"The chicks you eat or the other kind?" I asked.

"We ate chicks last week," he answered, looking amused with himself.

"Okay." I noticed the straps holding up his glasses. "You won't get anyone wearing those straps."

He pulled off his glasses and looked at them with concern. "I can't lose these glasses. This is my last pair. These are more important than chicks."

"So, you're seeking middle-aged chicks then."

"Yeah," he said, looking confused.

I enjoy interchanges like that.

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