Here was this old geezer acting like I was a human being.
Fred, I know you're an old geezer, but Roosevelt died during World War Two.
It started as a geezer bike for retirees in Florida and Arizona.
"Better than the old geezer, I imagine," Dean answered, trying to remember the last time he himself had tried the sport.
Fred had taken the geezer bus to Atlantic City—ten free silver dollars plus a free meal—so Dean was on his own for the early evening.
I love the old geezer but the few times he starts talking about the old days, I tune him out.