<sigh> My late father. Although he started doing this when he was moderately middle-aged. (EMMAWG?) Pulled over while speeding? Given hassle by a clerk? Forgot his whatever-he-needed-for-whatever-he-was-doing? All opportunities to argue, wheedle, and cajole.

OTOH, he was also good at turning on the charm, especially with people he ran into frequently. So the woman on register #7 would tell him, “Oh Fred, I know who you are, you don’t need your bonus card!” <sigh>