Melancholic Clichés

I sometimes use the white hair ruthlessly springing up all over my head, as an excuse to be irrelevant. The younger men, who work with and for me, usually pause hesitantly, uncertain whether to call me up on it or respect my age. I usually watch with amusement, adding more irrelevant clichés waiting for the one person who always ends up being my daughter to tell me to stop it.

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