“If I was younger and still had my health they wouldn’t dare treat me like this. I’d have my own book. But there you go, just because I smell funny and can’t make it to the toilet in time. Punks.”
This was something from a Monty Python book my parents had. Predating 1976, it was the first time I had ever seen the word “punk”. And so I misunderstood it. I thought it was a valediction, like “bye!" or "cheers!" rather than a grumpily mumbled insult.