Does that make you feel old? 
I had a student tell me the other day that if I were 20 years younger, I’d be “soooo hot”.
STFU you fail!
Lots of things make me feel old. Like my slowing metabolism.
The other day my DH told me he was sitting in class talking to a guy next to him. The guy looks at his wedding band and says “you’re married??!!” my DH replies “yes” then the guy asks him how old he is. He replies “27”. The kid obviously thought he was younger, he has such a baby face.
Also, on my 21st birthday (I just turned 27 for perspective), we went to Dave & Buster’s. They carded my DH at the door in the afternoon, when the place is still open to under 21. Of course they didn’t care to see my ID.
This happens all the time. People always think my DH is very young. Every time that happens, I feel older and older - and he’s older than me! Oh well, time is not our friend. It’ll catch up sooner or later.
Meeting the high school intern who’s going to be working for a coworker. Oy vey.
Excellent. 
I always feel kinda old when I get a “Senior Discount,” but that doesn’t prevent me from taking advantage of it if it’s offered. And it is always nice when (as occasionally happens) they don’t take my word for it that I am over 55, and ask for ID. Then I feel like an old person feeling young.
Realizing that I can remember that the act of standing next to a payphone using a cellphone was once considered the epitome of yuppie ostentation. Why would someone make an expensive cell phone call when they could make a cheap payphone call?
Today it’s usually a waste of money not to use your cell, assuming you can even find a payphone.
With this new Batman movie one of my cow-orkers mentioned that he remembered when Tim Burton’s Batman was the big event movie of the summer. Remember? Everyone had the T shirts and hat with the bat logo on? I remember that summer like it was yesterday, I was 24 years old, and I remember taking a young lady out on a date to see that movie…
My cow-orker, on the other hand, was in junior high at the time. Batman for him is roughly like Star Wars for me.
I felt old at lunch today when I made a reference to the old style generic black and white label foods aisle.
Granted that went out when I was younger… I just got blank stares from the people I was with.
They were maybe 2 years old when the black and while label went the way of the dinosaur.
They also had no idea about the Purina Chuck Wagon commercials.
I am interested in restoration of railway rolling stock. A guy ten year younger than me was showing me around one of the places they do it, and as he was waxing lyrical about the old stuff, I was thinking, “Hang on. I used to ride on those! They shouldn’t be here in this museum, dammit!”.
I also felt old the other week when an old man called me ‘son’ and I liked it!.
And the number of grey hairs in my beard has seemingly trebled in the last month or two.
Last week I heard the young girl, who works in my department, listing to
Led Zepplin, instead of her usual Brittney pop. I said cool, and asked her
since she found Led Zepplin, what she thought of Dark Side of the Moon.
What’s that? Pink who? = Old
My husband got carded more recently than I have.
He’s nine years older than me.
ID-checking people suck.
Also, realizing I have a 16 year old nephew by marriage, and a 13 year old nephew by blood. WTF, they’re not allowed to be teenagers! And they’re both listening to stuff I listened to in highschool. Back in my day, you had to walk uphill, both ways, in a driving snow storm to get a Sex Pistols tape. And you couldn’t get a mohawk at the beauty salon, or from your mom, no sir, you had to get your drunk and/or stoned friends to do it for you. And you took a lot of flak when the job was done!
I just recently went out to the Midwest over the Memorial Day weekend, to help celebrate my older sister’s 50th birthday. A lot of nieces, nephews, cousins, friends of the familes, etc. were there.
My sister’s turning 50 was not what made me feel old. When I’m home in New York, I hang out mostly with my single male friends (I’m single), or even when they’re married, my married male friends without their wives. And a lot of them are younger than me. As the weekend rolled along, people were hanging out, cooking out, riding around town, etc.
What made me start to feel a little old (or at least very weird) was when I realized that, instead of cruising around and hanging out with my much younger, still single relatives and their friends, it just seemed more appropriate to stay with the older, more settled married folks.
I felt youngish when I learned how old the extremely hot career services secretary was. A few weeks ago she brought her son to the office to meet us. Her tall, thin, unbelievably cute, sixteen-year-old son. I didn’t feel old when I noted how cute he was. I felt old later, when he’d gone, and I was commenting on said cuteness, to his mother, who happens to have been the age I am now when she gave birth to him. I got to feel old and skeevy all at once.
Now I pretend not to hear when she talks about him.
Heh. A few years ago (when aforementioned Number One Son could still count his age on three of his limbs,) he and a friend “discovered” an amazing band: Led Zeppelin. Cue scene: “[RunAmok, RunAmok!] Have you heard these guys?! They’re amazing! You should listen to this ‘Hey Mama’ song!” RunAmok then has a long, involved conversation about how, despite Napster’s assertions, the name of the song is really, really “Black Dog.” No, I’m not making that up. Need I remind you, Number One Son and Friend, that RunAmok is a disc jockey at a classic rock station? And that you could just go to the CD closet and play the entire Led Zep canon on the really nice stereo, without downloading lots o’ viruses from Napster?
It was fun, though, to introduce the teenage Philistines to the joys of classic rock! They spent hours enjoying my CD collection, and I didn’t have to wonder where they were hanging out and what they were getting into during those hours. Number One Son swears, though, that he’s scarred for life after discovering that RunAmok knows how to dance, and isn’t the least bit embarrassed to do so while cooking spaghetti for teenage Philistines who have invaded her family room.
(Number One Son also discovered reggae about that same time. I had the damnedest time convincing him that, no, Bob Marley didn’t record “Red, Red Wine,” despite some Napster file-sharing idiot who had mislabeled the song. I believe that I had to dig out my UB40 disc and play simultaneous with Napster to win that argument. It was a terribly satisfying day when #1 called to tell me that I’d been right about a whole lot of stuff that he didn’t believe when he was younger .)
I feel old when somebody who’s young enough to be my daughter starts a thread about how old she feels.
A couple of months ago a co-worker asked me, “How old are you?”
I was stumped, and actually had to subtract 1966 from 2005 to figure it out.
A co-worker I have worked with for five years just celebrated his 27 birthday!! :eek: :eek: :eek:
I turned 34 yesterday. That made me feel old.
I went to the Universal City Walk tonight, and actually thought “It’s nice that they’re playing Alison Krauss instead of that loud hip-hop music they were playing last time.”
As I was walking out, a bunch of kids were sitting on a bench, hassling couples that passed by with low-key stuff like “nice jacket” and then laughter. I did the quick steel-yourself-and-be-cool thing, but they didn’t say anything when I walked by. I realized that they probably have a “don’t hassle Dads” policy.
Tonight I’ve been called “sir” five times.
And I’m currently clean-shaven, so I can’t even blame the gray hair in my beard.
DADDY!
Happy birthday!
The ma’am makes me insane. Come on, ma’am can wait until I’m at *least * 40!