I took my son third son, Jose, to get a haircut at Great Clips in Kettering. We were the only customers and there was one stylist sweeping up from a previous haircut.
“I’ll be right with you.”
Jose, nearing age 19, peered around the counter at the voluptuous pretty blonde stylist who was probably in her 30s.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this haircut.”
I was thumbing through some magazine and joked, “Well, you’re old enough; you could ask her out.”
Jose took a second look. “She’s kind of old for me.”
Adding a bit of screen-dad coolness like Steve Martin or Robin Williams, said, “Maybe she’s one of those coyotes.”
Jose squinted his eyes and stared at me. “Do you mean ‘cougar?”