Well you have one thing going for you. It is obvious to me that your 90 years young dear old dad is a manly man.
The cement factory is a very noisy place and sometime Mr Manly needs take a break for a little medicine in the form of some sticky green. Some of the other workers wear hearing protection but as you might guess that is very unmanly.
After a noisy and dusty day’s work down at the cement factory Mr Manley jumps in the old Trans Am and drives straight to the Wet Spot for a few well earned Buds and some more bud. After 10 or 12 beers the annoying din of the cement factory is just a distant memory. I drop some quarters in the juke box and punch in some Garth Brooks and concentrate on some honky tonk angel in need of a man like me who can give her the manly gratification she so deeply desires and pretty soon the only sounds to be heard are the sweet songs of a greatful honky tonk angel thanking Mr Manley for bringing out the womanly woman in her.