I was chatting up a cute young receptionist here in the office a few years ago, and asked her, “Where were you back when I was single?”.
She didn’t miss a beat, and shot back, “In 3rd grade”.:eek:
Before that, I looked in the mirror after a shower, and realized that there was a patch of nicely greying hair about 3-4 inches across right in the middle of the lawn on my chest. Screw it, I ain’t gonna pluck them all, and I SURE as hell am not using Grecian Formula on my chest!!!
But the surest sign of impending geezerhood is when you see a convertible full of cute young girls go by, and your first thought is, “WOW - look at all those babysitters”.
3 of my professors were younger than I. Igraduated college 15 years after high school, and they were still a few years younger.
I told an intern in my office last year I voted for Clinton twice. She couldn’t believe I could do that. Because Hillary only ran once. Did I mention she was born a month before I graduated HS?
Grey chest hair or when I saw this dude’s sunburned bald spot in the mirror at Lenscrafters and said to myself, “That poor guy must be HATING it!” Then turned my head and realized it was ME!
The last time I realized I was old was when I made fun of a friend’s son for working at a shoe store, and called him Al Bundy. Crickets.
How about when in a shop, movie theater line, or restaurant, you are asked, out of the clear blue sky, by some young thing working for minimum wage: “do you want me to apply the senior discount for you today”?
I spend an inordinate amount of time finding out what the members of Ace of Base, the Hansens, the Beastie Boys, and other groups from the 80’s are up to now. Also, when I am Rick-Rolled, I get nostalgic.
I did a second Bachelor’s degree about 10 years ago, when I was 40ish. That was interesting. Classes started late August, and I enjoyed very much watching the collective jiggle of the female portion of the student body, until I realized I was literally old enough to be their father.
Much further back in time, before I married in 1987, a big tune on the radio was a cover of Brownsville Station’s Smoking in the Boys Room, done by Motley Crue. I was in a mall record shop one day, and the original was playing as the store background music. Some teenager heard it playing and yelled, “Aw ma-an, they ripped it off already!”
One Christmas, when I was around 20, one of the gifts my Dad got from Mom was a nose hair trimmer. My brother and I teased him mercilessly over this, calling it a “nose picker” amongst other things. Dad took it in stride, just smiling and nodding. He must have been thinking “suckers, someday you are going to need one of these things!”
I think about that every week, as I’m trimming my nose hair.
One thing I can console myself with in all of this is that I don’t look my age. With a lot of people, especially younger ones, I usually get the jaw drop when I reveal my age. One young chickadee actually got mad at me for lying to her.
I never felt old in my 30s-40s except for the one day when I was still in the military in about 1985 and a new guy checked into the command. I was filling out a check-in sheet for him and asked for his birthdate. He gave me a day/month in 1965. “Wait…what? That’s not possible.” The guy looks at me like I’m insane. I graduated high school in 1965.
I’m 38 and have been “much to young to feel this damn old” for some time now, especially when reading this thread. That said, I very much remember the Motley Crue version, heck I have it on my iPod currently (which has a lot of 80s metal on it - I now understand why my parents still usually only listen to 50s and 60s music) and didn’t know until just now that it’s a cover.
Thank you for making me feel young.
I think 2015 was chosen because it was 30 years future from 1985 (the year of the film), like 1955 (the year of BTTF I) was 30 years previous.
I’m 49, and I’m just waiting for AARP to send me a card, which I don’t want because I will NEVER join those socialist bastiges.
I can get these little foil packets of medical lube from the rescue squad where we use them when intubating patients. My intent is to send the card back to AARP with a graphic note of refusal, and a couple of packets to make the job easier.
I know that, but Back to the Future only came out a few years ago.
It can’t be nearly 2015 yet!
Edit… which means 1985 is as long ago now as the end of the 1950s was when BTTF1 came out. That simply cannot be right.
When I was a kid in the 1980s, the Sixties were like, the dim and distant past - everything was black and white and people wore suits. Ancient history!
Musically, I remember when Quiet Riot re-made the Slade tune “Cum On Feel the Noise”. Even back then, the two hardly had any difference in release date…and yet when I remarked that it was Slade, the youngsters only knew of Riot.
Looked it up. 10 years difference in release dates. Oh, the time compression of memories.
Enjoy the jiggle any way. It’s nature’s way of saying, “You ain’t dead yet”.
And a friend swears he went into a music store (remember when there WERE music stores?) and saw 2 12-somethings looking through the records. One pulled out a CD, and said, “LOOK!!! Paul McCartney was in another band before Wings!”.
