Seemingly overnight it went from the man at the counter saying, “here’s your change sonny,” to the kid at the counter saying, “here’s your change, mister.”
But it really hits me when I’m in the car, listening to the radio, thinking that these new, modern groups just don’t have it. Then I remember I’m listening to the oldies station. Sigh!
Yep. It’s only when you give up that there’s a problem.
Now that you mention it, I do remember the very first time that I felt old. And it was a traumatic experience, believe it or not.
Nirvana’s song ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ just came out. And for some reason it reminded me that I wasn’t a teen anymore. I was in my twenties by then. Now I envy those days 
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Good lord, I thought it was bad when Luke Perry started doing ads for AARP. Now Debbie Gibson? That’s not fair!
I worked at a local grocery store when I was in high school, and every Friday and Saturday nights, us teenagers would change the station to the alternative (this was back in the 90s). It was usually on soft rock, but since the boss was off on those nights, the managers usually didn’t mind.
Until people started complaining. THEN the boss put it on easy listening. 
Store clerks have started calling me “young lady” again.
What did you mean by easy listening? Was it soft rock, or that dreaded Muzak?
Music recordings, video, comics and the internet are preserving things from long ago enough that an average human lifetime isn’t enough for things to be forgotten anymore. We need to live in relative youth and health to 120 or so just to match the longevity of media.
Well, I for one remember when Boba Fett was the most feared and ruthless bounty hunter in the Galaxy and not the “Daimyo” of Mos Espa (which appears to be some sort of town alderman or something).
In my case, it’s my shoulders – and all I do to them is sleep on my side.
Oops, you’re right.
I think it’s more like dictatorial mayor, but I could be wrong.
You know you are getting older when nobody cares what you did when you were younger. Doesn’t matter what you did in 1991. That’s ages ago, as long ago as when I was 12 and my mom was 48.
You know you’re getting old(er) when:
You watch a movie whose main character leads a routine, boring life, like Falling Down, or Paterson and realize their lives are much more exciting than yours.
Well, in a movie like Falling Down, they really couldn’t show a guy like me slacking around as usually for the first 30 minutes, or everybody would have left the theater. So cut Hollywood some slack for exaggerating a “normal” life, and console yourself.
Muzak. shudder And there was a big note on the radio saying, “DO NOT CHANGE THE STATION!!!”
Au contraire. I consider myself to be a pretty hep cat and I listen to muzak all the time!—snapping my arthritic fingers, swinging my degenerative hips and wheezing, “that’s smooth, man” all the while.
I was sitting in a wheelchair at the airport in Warsaw a few weeks ago when a twenty-something guy came up to me and said “Hi! I remember seeing you at the airport in Toronto last week!” Turned out he was an independent filmmaker, and we spent the next hour talking about movies, TV, radio, and some of the stuff I’ve done over the last thirty years.
You could have knocked me over with a feather. The last person with whom I had a conversation like that was my nephew-by-marriage, who’s also in his 20s. But that doesn’t really count, since we’re family.
You know you’re getting older when your kids start looking middle-aged.
You know you’re getting older when you start negotiating with yourself for whether or not you should make the effort to get up from your comfortable chair and walk into the kitchen.
Hmm, should I get up and make some healthy vegetables to eat? [pondering…] Naw, it ain’t worth the effort.
Hmm, should I get up and make a cheese-steak sandwich and fries? [pondering…] Yeah, that’s a good return on investment.
Hmm, there’s smoke coming from the kitchen, should I get up and check that out? [pondering…] Naw, homeowners insurance covers fire damage…but, then again, I could grab a jelly doughnut while I check out the smoke. Mmmm—jelly doughnut.
Don’t know if it’s old age … but i often find myself reaching for a light switch
where there isn’t - and never has been - a light switch.