This morning I went to the doctor for a routine checkup and as I was waiting two moderately attractive women kept looking my way and staring at me.
Every time I looked up they were staring at me.
I knew I looked presentable and fairly well turned as I always am in public, so I knew my fly wasn't open; had jam on my chin or spinach stuck in my teeth - but all that staring began to bother me a bit.
Then I began to think, "Well, maybe the old boy has still got it. I'm still reasonably good looking after all these years so maybe I should just enjoy the attention. After all, I am a widower now and I can seek or accept female attention if I wish."
It wasn't until after they left, and I began to look around, that I noticed a flat screen TV right over my head with the sound turned off which had rotating medical messages for the patients to read.
It was the screen they were staring at and not me.

Every time I looked up they were staring at me.
I knew I looked presentable and fairly well turned as I always am in public, so I knew my fly wasn't open; had jam on my chin or spinach stuck in my teeth - but all that staring began to bother me a bit.
Then I began to think, "Well, maybe the old boy has still got it. I'm still reasonably good looking after all these years so maybe I should just enjoy the attention. After all, I am a widower now and I can seek or accept female attention if I wish."
It wasn't until after they left, and I began to look around, that I noticed a flat screen TV right over my head with the sound turned off which had rotating medical messages for the patients to read.
It was the screen they were staring at and not me.
