Grizzled

Last night at my favourite pub, a grizzled old man pub, I went up to the bar for a pint. This grizzled old man to my right scowled, gave me a quick look up and down, and then peered down at me over his nose. He slowly growled, “You smell of a self-assured woman.” I paused and a slight smile came over my face. I gave him a curt nod, “Thank you.”