White Man in Chinatown

The other day, I met up with some friends in SoHo. Our limited budget and ethnic alliances ended up leading us to Chinatown. We walked and my friends were being loud and giggly, like high-school girls on Ecstasy, and eyes kept turning to us as we walked by. We made occasional stops at interesting shop windows, blithely blocking the way of people 5-times our age, stopping them from being functional members of society.
As we kept on walking, we passed an old white man -- the only one I remember seeing in Chinatown. "Stay in highschool," he said, "so that you can do something with your lives." I stopped walking and corrected him. "We're actually all college students," I said, "we go to school upstate."
Mr. white man looked happy about it. His white biker beard morphed into a grin, and he told me to then stay in college. His two daughters did, and now they are nurses, "so stay in school," he said. "That's some solid advice," I replied, and left.
As I caught up with my friends a block away, I thought, "This guy fathered two nurses: He must know what he's talking about." I mean, nurses are awesome. I've always liked nurses. They're hot.