"Whatever you say, Sabrina," I tell her with a sarcastic little salute.

People start listing their credentials, and I generally tune out. It's a bad habit, but I guess I still have a bit of the ol' anti-authority streak in me, even in my hilariously old age.

"Clint Eastwood in his heyday was a fine specimen of a man. Very pretty. Those flinty blue eyes, those sneering thin lips..."