My brother was driving down the road that leads to 
you "Country Estate", all twenty acres of it. He saw a young person 
wearing a tee shirt and jeans walking along the side of the road 
and, as is to be expected in the rural areas of a few years past, 
offered this person a lift. The kid got in the car. Now, this was a 
bright, sunshinny day and my brother got a good look at the kid he 
picked up. He said "You live down this way, son?" The kid looked at 
my 50-year-old brother and asked "What's the matter, pops? Forget 
what a girl looks like?"