My pops will be 90 this year. Retired 22 years ago, walks 7 miles a day, everyday, rain or shine. Been to the doctor twice in last 22 years, 2015 got a flu shot, next day in ER. Never again. He counts his calories, doesn't drink water (Son, I get enough water in my diet soda), I don't go there, can't argue with him.
So, everyday after his morning walk, he eats a fucking Boston Market Turkey dinner. I know, again can't argue with him. The freezer in the garage is filled with them.
Went to Winco over the weekend while visiting the old guy. He loaded his cart with every Boston Market Turkey dinner, about 20 of them. At the checkout, the 20ish something, purple and green haired, fat as fuck, pierced and inked bimbo told my dad, "you are the perfect example of white privilege." Old man looked her in the eye and told her "go fuck yourself." He paid, we left. I put my arm around him walking through the parking lot and told him I love him.