We see an attractive blonde woman at the top of the stairwell leading up to the first tier of the hockey stadium.
She smiles at us.
We smile back.
She asks, 'Would you like to buy some tickets? One for a dollar or seven for five.'
'What's the prize?'
She pinches the shoulder of her hockey jersey and shakes it gently, 'You win a hockey jersey like this one.'
'Do you come with the jersey?' My 73-year old uncle asks, smiling.
'Unfortunately not, but I'd sell more tickets if I did!'
I start laughing, impressed.
We walk away and I turn to my uncle, 'You don't care what you say anymore, do you?'
He beams up at me smiling, 'Not really.'
Uncle's got game.
'That was smooth!'