|  "A payoff?" Steve said. Steve's an old cowpuncher 
			who has collected hurt places for a long time now. He winced, 
			reliving in two seconds' time two buck-offs in the rocks, one horn 
			wound from a nasty mama cow and a groin kick from a bronc mule. 
			"Sure," said Doc, in his usual cheerful way. "You get gray hair, or 
			maybe kinda bald like ol' Steve here, and you develop wisdom, which 
			we all know just means you know not to argue with your wife, right? 
			And your grandchildren think you have all the answers." Doc leaned over conspiratorially. "And I live to embarrass 
			my grandchildren." "I do it," Doc said, "through dancing. You see, they are all 
			teenagers now, and therefore they are cool and know everything. So 
			when their friends come over and they crank that stereo up to where 
			it's killing the neighbor's geraniums, I ask them just once to turn 
			it down. 
			 "If they don't turn it down, I kinda totter to my feet and start 
			what the kids call the Grandpa Boogie. I mean I shake it like an 
			Egyptian pharaoh. I wiggle and jiggle and stick out my chin like 
			this ... and sort of thrust myself around the floor until one of 
			them dashes over and shuts off the music. Then I go sit down and 
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			 "The first couple of times I did that, the kids got me to one 
			side and begged me never to do that again. I guess they were just 
			jealous of my moves. I tell them when the music gets more than just 
			kinda regular, I can't help myself and dance fever hits me like a 
			sledgehammer." "So," Steve said, "how did you do it? I mean, show us, OK?" So Doc stood up and went into spasms, twitches and slides that 
			had the whole coffee shop cracking up, and people didn't know 
			whether to applaud or call the paramedics. "The really great thing," said Doc, sitting back down, out of 
			breath, with his coffee, "is that these kids think they invented 
			being cool. And I blindsided them with my great mo-o-o-o-ves! I 
			showed them a slink or two.  "And you'd be surprised how much quieter it is when they come 
			over these days." [Text from file received from Slim Randles]  
			
			
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