Random Man on the Train: Are we going back to high-school tomorrow? Me: What? RM: Are we going back to high-school tomorrow? Me: I’m almost thirty. RM: You look young. Me: I know. RM: You could say ‘Thank you.’ Me: I could, but what is youth if not a fleeting, meaningless state of existence. RM: Well, thank you for not being offended. Me: I could have been offended!
He really became self conscious of how gross he was being at the end there. This is maybe the reason weirdly youthful-looking sardonic women were put on this earth.