A day in the life of the old man.

I saw the old man pulling out of his driveway this morning, and drove the other way. He was probably going for a biscuit and coffee at Hardee's, and sit around and talk to the other old-timers that congregate there each morning.
From there, he'll head over to the shop and sit around and talk to his buddies, and maybe even piddle around with some job, just to have something to do, and make some extra pocket money.
After work, he'll stop by the watering hole, and have a couple or ten beers, before heading home and passing out on the couch, with his FOURTH wife (FIFTH marriage, total) wondering to herself why she ever got involved with a good-for-nothing loser like that.

The next day, all the above repeats.