It was a sunlit Tuesday morning when 82-year-old Harold Bennett strolled into the clinic, cane tapping rhythmically and eyes gleaming with mischief.
He greeted the front desk staff like old friends, tossed out a quip about how the weather couldn’t make up its mind, and took a seat in the waiting room with the ease of someone who’d seen it all—and wasn’t in a rush to see more.
After a thorough once-over in the exam room, the doctor, flipping through his chart, offered a reassuring nod.
“Well, Mr. Bennett, everything looks great. Any issues or concerns we should talk about today?”
Harold leaned back, grinned, and said, “Nope, just came in to check if my extended warranty’s still valid.”