I work at rural banks repairing computers and various other banking equipment. This new young woman had been hired, I was mentally guessing her age at 20 or 21 and just admiring the view. As I was working she got a cell phone call, which turned out to be her mother.
I really try not to listen in other private conversations, but she was strident and hard to ignore.
It turns out she was pissed because her mother couldn’t take her that day for her drivers license test, she turned sixteen the week before. For the record my daughter turns eighteen next month.
And yes, I did feel like a perv.
Good thread Sampiro. Son. 
(Just a few more years older and you could be…)
Know what makes me feel old? Dopers who think they are old when they were born after I finished grad school (and I took a long time.)
I live across the street from an elementary school. I think some of the mothers picking up their kids are very attractive - but too young for me.
That in first computer threads, there are people who think they are old timers when their first computer was a PC - something else that came out when I was already out of grad school.
I remember the news story about the laser being invented.
And finally, the transistor was invented 24 years before I learned about it - which was 36 years ago.
I don’t consider it classy but I’m Southern and do the same thing out of politeness.
I found this on YouTube. I grew up with the P-head ident (starting at 0:35), and that hasn’t been on regularly since 1984.
An 18-year-old porn star was born in 1990, the year I started high school.
My son is 5, and I remember learning how to ride a bike when I was 5.
I go to college with people who are (with very few exceptions) 10 years younger than I am.
Most of them never did “Duck and Cover” drills and have no idea what I’m talking about when I mention them.
None of them remember Kurt Cobain with any fondness. Some are aware that the man existed, but he ain’t no Fitty. :rolleyes:
One of my high school classmates is a senior assistant DA, another one is a District Justice. Yet another is a professor at the school I go to.
I could go on and on, but what’s the point? I’m depressed now.
Going through “stuff” my daughter found my old AT&T typewriter. It was quite the advanced technical thing in its day – it was electric AND it had a memory facility. You could store entire letters in it to use as form letters, and just edit to add the names. You could keep your entire book report in there to edit and print out later. The view area only displayed about 20 characters at a time, but still, it was pretty neat. My daughter said she bet the spell-checker didn’t have nearly as many words as you’d get in a real computer application now. I laughed. She said, “What? It couldn’t possibly have a good spell-checker,” and had to be convinced that it didn’t have ANY spell-checker. She laughed.
The current crop of college freshmen were born in 1989, the same year I finished high school.
Robin
My knees.
I’m 20. It’s not just you.
I found a white hair quite a bit lower. I’m 26.
One of the girls that I was a counselor for at camp is now starting college. My best friend from kindergarten is getting her doctorate. One of my friends has a three-year-old.
I like to tease my mom that in four years she’ll be the mother of two thirty-year-olds, but that means that in four years I’ll be thirty.
(I know, I know, I’m still a baby)
My sister’s already a grandmother which makes me a grand or great something and I tell her to knock that shit off because I don’t need a prefix, thank you very much.
There are a WHOLE BOATLOAD of us facing that alarming situation if a certain Senator from Illinois becomes President. Everyone between 46 and 61, in fact, which is one humongous cohort!
A few days ago I strained a leg muscle while getting out of bed. I wish I were kidding.
The way I think about my job makes me feel old. I remember when I was just out of college and wanted a job - any job - that paid more than $20,000 so I could put myself through grad school.
Fast forward to the present day and I’m thinking much more strategically. It’s both good and bad - at least I’m knowledgeable enough that I don’t have to jump at every single offer I get that increases my salary by two grand, but the game has changed and things are much more subtle than they used to be. I kind of miss it when everything was cut and dried.
Also, just five years ago, I was complaining because my friends (who had just started having children - we were somewhat late in the game) insisted eating dinner at the ungodly early hour of 7 p.m.! Now I don’t even consider suggestions that we go out any later than 6 or so unless a babysitter is involved because my son’s head tends to explode when his schedule is wrecked. I kind of miss going to dinner at 8 or 9, but I do appreciate the extra downtime at night.
Someone mentioned to me recently how Chelsea Clinton was now quite a remarkable grown up woman, and I reflexively thought “phsh, she’s not that much older than that moppet Amy Carter is…”
Will my brain work any better as I get older?
I came into this thread just to say that–even down to your example of trying to reach something in the car!
Sometimes, just working out makes me feel old. 10 years ago, I’d never consider various aches and pains while deciding what I could do. I’d never feel too sore to get out of bed because I decided to push it through another set. Nor did I consider the effects of various exercises on my back, knees, etc.
Then there’s the whole sleep thing. I could stay out till the wee hours of the morning and then pop out of bed and go to work looking fresh and perky. Now I look (and feel) like death warmed over if I don’t get my 8 hours. Plus, I never used to have trouble falling or staying asleep. These days, I need my sleep more and it’s harder to get!
My son is closer in age to the college hotties than I am.
My wife’s comment about the handsome young men on campus? “When I see them, I think that I hope our boys turn out like them.”
I had to explain what the Atari 2600 was to my kid.
I turn 45 Monday. Every goddamned thing I do, hear, see, eat, feel or think reminds me of it. That sucks.
On the other hand, I’m healthy, reasonably successful, have all my hair and it’s not noticably graying, and my band’s putting out our first album this spring. Oh, yeah, and I’m married to a total MILF.
So, it depends on how you look at it; sometimes it’s the former, sometimes the latter. I reckon its better to be on Earth than to have Earth on you.
I completely agree.
E. Thorp, B.A. 1989
Watch me get out of the car, sometimes after a fairly short trip, and walk like one of the winged monkeys for the first few steps. Stupid hips. No noises yet, but I’m waiting. And I realized today that I’ve given up bending at the knees to pick things up off the floor. I take a wide step instead, and then just bend over. (Always hoping nobody is behind me.)
In a “get to know the new employee” story in the company newsletter, the new office manager was asked “If you could live in any time in history, when would it be?”
“The 1970’s, because life was so simple and care-free.”
WTF? Were we all Amish then?
A friend once advised me that there are three stages of life:
- “Wow, that was great sex!”
- “Gee, this is a good meal.”
- “Mmm, what a comfy chair!”