Old is when the hairstylists ask of they should go ahead and trim back that eyebrow hair, and you feel lucky they’re at the wrong angle to see your nose.
…You get up at 7am, even though you have no reason to do so but if you dont “you’ll miss half the day”.
…You are prepaired to queue outside the post office for 3 hours.
…You visit the supermarket and despite buying the same shopping everyday for the past twenty years, be unable to find anything.
…You watch film/programme which contains sex/violence/nudity/swearing/absolutely anything of interest to the youth of today and are so offended that you have to write a strongly worded letter to points of view. (or in the case of sex on TV call the station.)
…You drive on the motorway, despite a) doing a sedate 50 in the middle lane and b) being unable to see over the wheel.
in response to someone asking you what you were doing at the turn of the century, you can authentically reply “Which one?”
you decline a visit from your devoted daughter because you think she ought to go to her granddaughter’s wedding reception instead
when you attempt to enter your date of birth in online forms, the javascript won’t accept it and insists that you enter a valid date.
the Reader’s Digest formula for calculating how many miles you should walk each week to stay healthy at your age indicates that you should unwalk a negative two point five miles.
you read the “I remember when” threads of people who think they’re getting on in years and half the things they remember from childhood didn’t exist yet when you were a kid.
From Dave Barry Turns 50: (No, I’m not creative enough to think of my own)
You tend to forget things
When you drive your car, you notice that people yell at you a lot. Often, these people are laying on your hood.
On more than one occasion, while shaving, your razor seems kind of dull. Upon closer examination, your razor turned out to be your toothbrush.
You’re always searching for the right word or name. You’ll be telling an anecdote, and you’ll get stuck on a name, and you’ll tell your listeners: “You know! That guy! With the thing! He that that thing! That guy!” And everybody will start trying to guess who you’re talking about, as if you’re playing charades, and finally, after ten minutes of this, it will turn out that the name you’re trying to remeber is: “The Pope.” By this time, of course, you have no recollection of the original anecdote.
You sometimes adress your spouse as “General Eisnhower.”
You tend to forget things.
You sometimes wear a bathrobe to the office.
And it isn’t your office.
It isn’t your bathrobe, either.
You tend to forget things.
Of course, I’m 15, so I guess I don’t have to worry about THIS stuff for awhile! Sorry, but there’s nothing as fun to be smug about as youth