Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide…
Trying to inject a little class into the thread, eh? Thank God! 
Land’s sakes, child! I do declare!
“kids these days”
“When I was a kid these only cost x amount”
My hospital roommate when my gallbladder was a problem kept telling me about how when he was young, gas and bananas were both very cheap. So, he’d drive around town all day, eating bananas.
He’d lived the life, I guess.
Soon after I broke my shoulder I was telling people “I’m going for physical therapy at the orthopedic place over by where K-Mart used to be.” That short sentence is just packed with “old man.”
I can still remember having that very discussion with my brother while watching Saturday morning cartoons. Sadly, he didn’t make it anywhere close, and I can’t imagine living that long.
And old-personism itself.
I find myself saying to the grandkids, “when I was a kid…” a lot.
When you’re talking with little kids about little kid stuff that’s totally normal phrasing even when you’re 20.
When you find yourself saying “when I was your age …” to 40+yos then you’ll be old.
What’s a “signature”, Grandpa?
I recently turned 52, but have been using JIMINY CRICKETS! for quite a while. I’ve started using Jeepers! the last couple of years. To be fair, though, I’m a fan of old timey exclamations and curse words. Consarnit!
I think you’re the ginchiest!
I’m pretty much a perpetual 10 year old. Always feel like a smugly successful imposter playing at grownup.
My ears aren’t, though. To be fair, neither are my eyes, but that doesn’t seem to have resulted in discernable behavioral changes.
I used to blast my rock and classical. Big-ass speakers plugged into my amp, which in turn connects to my computer as audio source. Not all day long but several sessions of a couple hours each, at the kind of volume that can draw neighborly ire or police presence on occasion.
I now go months and months with only the 10-inch computer speakers plugged in.
I hear you. The hubster and I played classic rock in bar bands for years. We were loud. I can’t even imagine doing that now. Noise (other than my trusty box fan that masks the tinnitus from the rock etc. etc.) drives me up the wall. Loud kids, barking dogs, even the radio in the car, I can’t take any of it.
I’m not sure it counts as an old-personism, since I got it from an animated snake on Sesame Street. But I will occasionally say “Let’s scratch gravel and mosey.”
An animated snake wearing a cowboy hat.
a decent 2.1 setup with smallish speakers hooked up via DAC to a computer pretty much outclasses your 1980ies monster speakers anyway…
but yes, I do listen to more jazz today and less metal
Funny you mention a DAC. I’ve taken to using one for watching TV.
Sure I have a sound bar but it seems I miss lots of sound subtleties unless I turn the volume much too high. I’ve just plugged a DAC ( which sports a volume control knob ) into the sound port of of my TV, then a high quality headphone set into my DAC. It miraculously “restores” what I’ve been missing. 
Of course it’s all just a band-aid for my deteriorating hearing, so the secret is not to turn the volume up too loud so as to unwittingly cause more damage.
I just now realized that ‘smart as a whip’ is a pun. I guess everyone knew this but me. I feel sad for myself.
I listen to news in the car, which is virtually the only time I listen to anything-- the few other odd times, are like, in the dentist’s chair, when the cable goes out or when “Stolen Moments” (with Steve Stolen!) is on; then I listen to Audible. Oh, yeah-- also when Terry Gross in interviewing a musician and playing lots of clips.
Don’t feel too bad. It took me almost 30 years to realize what ABBA stood for.