this one time, I was ogling a sweet looking, long legged, denim shorted young 'thing' extricate herself from a jeep as I sat in a fire lane at a shopping plaza.
She was hampered by a cast on one foot? leg? something, so, she was deliberate. took her time. I didn't mind.
The driver, meanwhile, ignored by moi, now stood on the sidewalk awaiting the young beauty, and I looked up to see what had to be her father, looking at me.
Ya, you guessed it. It was Arlo. heheh. I'm at least his age. This must have been his daughter. I guiltily averted my eyes.