She wasn't remotely interested in jacked-grampa, so just volunteer to drop trou next time as well.
Oh I had no illusions about that. I just needed a little warning so I could maybe do a couple of sets of push ups before I went, wear some looser fitting pants, apply some instant tan crème. Something other than pale, obese, saggy mole guy.
I wanted to hear her tell her co-workers as I walked out, "He looks just like that Jason Statham guy". However, I'm pretty sure all I heard was her throwing up in her mouth a little.