It was Saturday morning. I’d just prepared my bowl of Raisin Bran and was climbing the stairs to my office. Marty was coming down the stairs and blocked my way. She inched towards me until we were nose to nose. She then very slowly put her hand behind me and pulled me closer.
MARTY
Did you notice how slowly I moved my arm?
TROY
I did.
MARTY
That’s because I slept funny and my shoulder hurts and I can’t move it any faster than that.
TROY
Oh. I thought you were seducing me and this was headed somewhere.
MARTY
If that’s the case, I’m gonna need to take some Advil first.
TROY
The only reason I’m moving as deftly as I am is I already took mine. But, if we’re gettin’ busy, I need to pop a few more cuz I just took enough to move around the house.
NOTE
I wouldn’t say our love life in our fifties is less exciting than when we were younger, it is just way more medicated.