I literally told the neighbor kids to get off my lawn the other day. To be fair, they had to open my gate to get in so I think that’s a little different than whippersnappers cutting across it or fetching a ball.
I was out with a girlfriend and our entire conversation revolved around our latest dental procedures.
A few years ago one of my pupils told me that I’d taught his father.
I remember watching the first episode of ‘The Man from Uncle’.
Later this year I qualify for a pensioner’s bus pass.
I remember working as a programmer when the first Apple Macintosh computer came out.
I saw on TV the Berlin Wall being built.
I had my first colonoscopy this month. While checking me in, they asked if a resident from a local teaching hospital could observe. I said, “You mean the 8 year-old in the lobby playing dress up?”
StG
That’s good advice, actually.
The first sign of getting old is when you notice how young the cops are.
Beck: Where it’s at? (which came out 21 years ago)
I got 2 colonoscopies and a kidney stone
Ha! I don’t even wait THAT long!
First time I felt old was when I ended up eating lunch with the new guy and found out he was born AFTER I started working there.
Two years ago, Victoria Day weekend. No huge party, no psychedelic-fueled weekend of crazy, non-stop sex, nope.
Bought a lawnmower and a trimmer, and took care of the yard.
Now I’m wiping milk out of the corner of my lips compared to most folks in this thread, but damn, that made me feel old!
These kids today and their “music” – just sounds like a lot of noise to me. Which of course is exactly what my parents and grandparents were saying to me about The Beatles 55 years ago.
I like it, finding myself at this end of the spectrum and seeing that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Old age is kind of neat, even with all the accelerating cellular oxidation.
Kids are equally as unimpressed at my having seen Nirvana as I was unimpressed at my parents having seen Frank Sinatra.
Do you pay them in small coins out of a coin purse?
For awhile I was going to pub trivia along with my much younger neighbor and his friends; they knew the current stuff and I ruled the 80s music questions!
There was an old guy on my paper route who always tipped me a quarter every month, with a big smile. I was savvy enough, even at 11, to know that it was a big deal to him. He’d lived through the Depression as an adult. I always thanked him very nicely-- after all, some people didn’t tip me at all, and it was the thought that counted. Now, I’m hoping there’s karma in it for me, but at any rate, I stress over whether or not I’m tipping enough, and when I don’t tip, for example, the tip jar at Starbucks, because I don’t carry cash, I hope they don’t think it’s because I’m old and stingy.
The movie Star Wars is as old now as Metropolis was when I was born.
Just an hour ago I was laughing about this with a barista. I pulled the old (and by “old” I mean elderly) move of saying “Oh, wait, I have a penny!”
Caught myself being an old fart, so I shrugged, “Hey, I have grey hair, so I have to rummage around for change”. And I did my old lady voice: “Jes’ a minute, dearie, I know I have eighty-seven cents in the bottom of this coin purse somewhere…”
Twenty-something girl said “I knoooow… they’ll spend a whole minute finding the exact amount. To the penny!”
“Yeah, when I’m that age, I’ll realize I don’t have that much time left, and I’ll spend it checking out fast and driving fast and then throwing my extra pennies out of my convertible.”
In the supermarket I saw a teenage girl shopping with her mom. The girl was wearing short shorts and a bare midriff tank top. The mother was in Mom jeans and a polo shirt. My first thought was “Her mom sure is hot.”
Second thought was “She’s okay with her daughter dressing like that?” Even though I went to High School in the era of Dolphin shorts and vacuum-sealed Jordache camel-toe specials, and didn’t have any problem with that attire back then. High school girls when I was in high school = hot young women; high school girls now = they’re little kids!
We’re Grey Pride
We’re old
We’re tired
Get offa my lawn.
A Nova 1080BK Offset handle straight cane is a lot easier to shake at those goddamn kids than a Drive 10300-1 large base quad cane.
Oh, it’s when your favorite tunes are too old for the oldies stations and you have to hit your favorite decade on the satellite radio.
Talking with an Army Reservist the other day. Told him I used to fly Hueys in the Army, 80-85. His response, “Oh, I saw one of those in a museum.”
Red Robin has a device at the table where you can pay your bill, place an order, and even play trivia (for a nominal fee, of course.) They offer a sample trivia question: John, Paul, George, and Ringo are members of what group?
One of the choices is ABBA! I always turn the screen around when that pops up. Then I weep for this generation.
One of those plastic squeeze it coin purses we used to call pussy purses, usually with advertising on the back?
You know you are old when your dermatologist says “you have really good skin for a woman of your age.” He laughed at the look on my face but I really don’t think he was joking. Hey! I have good skin! Just mumble that last part; I won’t hear it.
The people graduating high school this spring are the last class to start school before 2000.
I remember quite clearly how stunned everyone was when FDR died. I also remember the euphoria of VJ day, although I have no memory of VE day.