It was bad enough when high school girls started calling me “Sir”. Now MDs are doing it.
I have a new Primary Care Physician. Judging by the date on the diploma on her wall, she is probably 30-ish. But she looks like she’s barely out of high school!
As I tell people…
Once you turn 40, every injury you’ve ever had will come back to haunt you for the rest of your life.
Hurt your hand when you were 17 and it healed up fine and doesn’t hurt? Sure. Now, while you’re 30. Sometime after the age of 40, you’ll feel it every damned day.
Hey, remember Firefly? Yeah, that TV show was cancelled 16 years ago. You mention it to a young person and they have no idea wtf you’re talking about. Same with Monty Python (> 40 years old), Young Frankenstein (45 years old), the Gulf War (28 years ago) and all of those other major events and media you remember.
I had a 22 year old co-worker ask me if I could tell her how to address, stamp and mail a letter. Seriously, she had never done it and did not know how to do it. It took me a minute to actually believe this.
We had a tv with a 12" round screen. It was on this tv that I watched the 1952 presidential conventions and the coronation of Elizabeth II.
And Howdy Doody. And the original Mickey Mouse Club.
I was already in college when JFK was assassinated, and the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan.
Once a week, my parents let us stay up and watch Green Acres on TV. We all gathered in our basement rec room around this little 12” or so black and white TV set that had aluminum foil on the antenna. The reception was better if someone held the antenna so we took turns.
My suburban parents and the other parents in the neighborhood socialized a LOT. They gathered all their kids together and “parked” them in someone’s house, usually the one next door to the party. Then someone would just come over every 15 minutes or so to make sure everyone was still alive. No babysitters.
No seatbelts either. Sometimes I would stand up on the bench seat of the car. Then my dad would stop suddenly and make me fall down. I loved it, it was our little game.
We had a milkman that came and dropped off milk in glass bottles with paper caps. We had a little insulated metal box on the porch for the milk.
We used to play parts of Beatles songs backwards (by manually counterspinning the turntable) listening for the hidden messages.
They used to spray bug spray, probably DDT, in the summer from trucks. When the mosquito truck came around, we would all run behind it and play in the smoke.
My high school had smoking areas for students.
My first computer plugged into the TV seat. There wasn’t any software available for it, if you wanted it to actually do anything you had to learn how to write code.
ETA: and maybe something about zombies. I really need to be more mindful about looking at the dates on these threads
Going down the stairs doing the arm thing like Walter Brennan. If you don’t remember The Real McCoys, then get off my lawn.
I’m slightly newer to the old geezers’ club (I’m 40).
For me video games can make me feel old because of how much they’ve changed within my lifetime.
e.g. I was watching a movie of someone playing Mario Maker 2 (Ryukahr…great channel).
You can play different Mario games within this game, and the second-to-most shitty looking Mario is Mario Bros 3.
It looks ancient, but then I remembered in that instant how excited I was when I first saw Mario Bros 3 in the movie The Wizard, and realized I am far more ancient…
I’m in my 60s and have still to move on from Pong.
My brother and I used to ride in the back of a pickup truck, on the interstate.
I’m 70 and I don’t know what Pong is. :rolleyes:
I remember there was a steep hill right by the New England Turnpike. In the winter we used to sled down it and see who could stop closest to the road.
No parent in their right mind would let their children do that today.
Being the 65 year old parent of a 12 year old boy, I’ve almost gotten used to that notion. But yeah, sometimes it crosses my mind that the Firebug would be 93 on January 1, 2101* - the first day of the 22nd Century. And it hits me: 22nd Century?! That’s serious SF territory even now.
*“In A.D. 2101, war was beginning.”
Looking at the hot, young girls at the pool and then realizing you are looking at the mothers of the hot, young girls at the pool.
The one that keeps getting me is the oldies station playing “Smooth” by Santana and Rob Thomas.
That album came out after my first marriage ended, and I was old enough to enjoy the oldies stations as much as the pop stations.
How about when you go to the grocery store and on the Muzak (is it still called that?) you hear the songs of your high school and college years by the original artists?? 
I grew up in Orange County, California, when there were still orange groves in Orange County (lots of them) and when you went to a restaurant and ordered OJ you got unlimited free refills.
On cold nights (I think below 50F) you could see people warming the orange groves up with smudge pots.
When I first started playing tennis the racquets were wooden and the balls were white, as were my tennis clothes and my Jack Purcell sneaks. (So were most of the players, but not all of them; my first racquets had Althea Gibson’s signature on them. I don’t think I knew then that she was black, but I knew later and thought, good for her, she got at least one endorsement, hopefully that wasn’t the only one.) You would get some dirty looks if you showed up to practice wearing, say, cutoff jeans.
Not a parent but ---- luckily for me most of my family isn’t in its right mind. We still keep an old car at the farm (with no doors or trunk lid) that the kids can use to run around - even down to one of the other cousins on the same road. And I’m talking maybe starting at age 8. Any of the kids who want to know how to work the forge by say age 12. And we’ll still send a pack of 4-8 kids to roam around together without any of us being around; even down the “big city”. Really dangerous things on sleds are mostly us; our kids are smarter than we are. 
At grocery stores, pharmacies, etc. around here, I never know if I’m going to hear music over the sound system from the 1960s, the 2010s, or somewhere in between.
When I was a kid you weren’t allowed in our swimming pool (Army Navy Country Club) without a bathing cap if your hair was longer than chin length. Rumour had it this was actually to embarrass the young boys into keeping their hair short, and had nothing at all to do with the filtration equipment as claimed by the management. Good God I hated those rubber caps and begged my mother to cut my hair off. But of course, short hair on a girl was unthinkable until the blessed St. Dorothy of Hamillfreed us all.
I feel old when I realize:
Members of the Class of 2020 weren’t born yet when 9/11 happened.
An increasing percentage of teens have never heard a busy signal.
People younger than I am complain they’re old. 