An old joke of my invention (as far as I can recall)
An old guy goes to a reunion. They hear speeches, and then file out for refreshments. "Oh yeah", says the old guy, to no one in particular. "I paid for my dinner". Somehow, he is late in line, and can't find a clean plate. A old woman he doesn't recognize looks at him in something resembling disgust, and says, "you could wash a plate" (it's a convention of people from a place advanced in "progress", early). He could wash a plate, if he knew where the kitchen was, but, he doesn't attempt it. Happily, refreshments are pizza, so he folds a slice in half, and meanders around, looking at the people, and places, without finding a place to to be, or even sit down, among the people, chatting busily. Eventually, the old guy stretches out on the floor to relax, and soon, everyone gets up to leave. Slowly, painfully, old people rise from their chairs, one old woman asks her husband "pull up?" Her husband chuckles, wearily, and embraces her, to pull her the rest of the way to her feet. Then, the old guy arises, smoothly, from his prone position on the floor, as if by magic, in exactly the way old men never do. This attracts attention. People stare. Someone asks: "Aren't you old, too?" He replies, "I am, but, I'm an old marionette".