It would be a pleasure to beat my optometrist to death.

I know how traumatic it must be for you to be at that age when you cannot always please a woman. You have my sympathy.

And, no, I have not seen your eyeglasses.

It is if you are petty enough, anyway. Or eager to take offense where none is intended.

I have found such people end up living rather small and huffy lives.

That wouldn’t offend me, either; it’s a humorous acknowledgment of reality, and one I’ve made, myself.

‘52 years young’ would make me gag as well. It’s got nothing to do with the age, it’s the cutesy-poo patronising. It implies that a) older is innately worse, and b) anyone over 50 is stupid enough to believe that an itsy-bitsy bit of adorable wordplay will make the bad bad oldness all better.

Anyone who would say ‘52 years young’ would probably also call my grandmother ‘we’, like some of the staff at her retirement home do. Who the FUCK is ‘we’, you cretin, and are you seriously so stupid that you haven’t even noticed that my grandmother, in spite of being three or four times your age, is easily twenty times more aware, coherent, thoughtful, sharp-minded and articulate than you are?

It sort of reminds me of Pet Sematary, when Louis meets Jud who says something like, “I’m seventy years old” and Louis is glad that the man doesn’t say “Seventy years young” because that’s too cutesy. But I didn’t think people got pissy about it. It’s a little trite.

Well said. You can stay on my lawn all you want. :wink:

The proper response to any comments like this is usually:

" I have underpants older than you!"

Quit whining.

COOL.

< breaking out lawn toys > You like Jarts, right?

How does an optometrist know he’s with a coprophiliac?

She always chooses number two.
(thanks friedo)

:eek: You might poke your (or someone else’s) eye out! :eek: