When I hired my assistant and found out I was the same age as her mother.
By the way, that was 15 years ago.
KP, that was awesome, you rock. “Cat’s in the Cradle”, right?
. . . you meet the Perfect Man–a bad-movie Mr. Right–divorced, straight, cute, lots of interests in common–and you have absolutely no interest in following up.
In the Battle of the Sexes, I am officially Switzerland.
Except I don’t steal money from dead Jews.
. . . usually . . .
…you realise that the Minister of Health is younger than you are.
And then you go to the government website and check who it is, and it’s a different person, and he’s still younger than you are.
when the cop who pulls you over looks like he should get back to school. (do your parents know where you are?)
when you go to a concert, and there’s no smoking. of anything. (last time i saw arlo, it smelled different.)
when you mention woodstock and some one asks "which one?. ( good God, there was only ONE woodstock that counts!!!)
when your neighbor’s kid asks how to use your phone. (i have a 1947 bell telephone that was my grandma’s. it still works, so i use it)
but tom tuerff said it best, and since i forgot how to cut & paste (alzheimers, no doubt), here is th link to the lyrics. the top song on the left “baby boomers”'Something To Sell At My Gigs"
Yah, my mom was really surprised when she realized she was older than the President (Clinton, at the time, and now Bush, I suppose).
You know you’re old when your friends and relatives begin sending you the '50s nostalgia bits in email . . . and you recognize every item on the list.
You know you’re getting old when every part of your body either dries up or leaks.
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Grey chest hair. The balding thing never bothered me because I look fairly well with slightly greying hair in spite of the receding hairline (besides, younger brother is almost completely bald, so I gotta count my blessings!).
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Skin tags.
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Lost a lotta weight, realized that, unlike past weight losses, my skin is not contracting back as enthusiatically as it used to.
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After a severe gout attack, I went online to shop for canes.
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Finally giving in and going on gout medication (forever!) when the weight loss and dietary changes don’t work enough (almost didn’t include this because the medication works so well, is cheap, and hasn’t shown any side effects).
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Realizing that I’m older than my dad was when I met my oldest friend that I still know.
I said it in another thread, but…
…when you go to the videostore, and there’s a tenth-anniversary copy of a movie you watched avidly in the theatres as a kid.
When people start bugging you to attend your 50th high school class reunion. (2 years to go)
The other day, I beat a strong lad, half my age, at arm-wrestling…
…he told me I had “Old Man Strength”.
as it turns out, he really did mean it as a complement.
You remember when gaucho pants were in style the FIRST time - and you wouldn’t wear them then because they were ugly.
You see a hot guy at the mall, and get pissed as he’s walking with a 20 year old girl. Then you hear her say “Thanks, Daddy!” as she hugs him. :eek:
You begin to think your father’s reaction to your Ted Nugent “Cat Scratch Feve” album cover was a tad over the top, considering what flows from ipods these days.
All of your childhood memories - Don Knotts, Captain Kangaroo, etc., start to pass away.
VCNJ~
No dial knobs, but you had to turn on our TV five to ten minutes before watching. It had to get “warmed up”. Or something.
We just learned it. In seventh grade we got calculators and I didn’t get the point of maths if you had a calculator.
I have cassette tapes, but no equipment that can play them back.
Oh, and I had never heard of Wings before this thread. I had heard of Beatles, though.
I will never forget last spring break when I was playing Catchphrase with my aunts and cousins. My aunt got a word and started to give hints to my 14 year old cousin. As soon as she said the second word I was on the floor laughing.
Aunt: “Ok, it plays music recorded onto round things.”
Cousin: “CD Player!”
A: “No, not lasers. It uses a needle.”
C: Blank stare
A: “Before we had cassette players we had…”
C: “8-track player!”
A: “No, before that. 45’s, 33’s, LPs”
C: Blank stare
A: “It plays music pressed into vinyl.”
C: “Vinyl?”
A: “You spin me right round baby right round like a…”
C: “Roller coasters don’t play music.”
At this point they ran out of time. The rest of us were practically pissing ourselves it was so damn funny. When the buzzer hit my aunt was in a state of disbelief because she is the youngest sister at 37. Even after she told my cousin that the word was record player, my cousin was still confused until I leaned over and explained to her that it is a turntable. To which she replied, “You mean those weren’t made for scratching?”
And once again the Dope’s Queen of the Bon Mot steps up and smacks one out of the park! 
(I prefer “My sex appeal is now a registered charity” myself.)
I’m not that old really, but I’m older than our priest… who is a retired policeman turned to the cloth. :eek:
There is much less time separating the end of WWII - in which the Luftwaffe tried to kill my parents - and the year I was born than there is between today and the end of the Vietnam War. A ten year old kid today has more distance between him and the fall of Saigon than I have with the Normandy landings.
You are not old when you leave your reading glasses laying around. You are old when you never go anywhere without them.
You are old when your doctor is a kid who calls you ‘Mister.’
My hot water system died the other week.
It was installed before the apprentice who came to replace it was born.
When people five years younger than you are bitching about how old they are and how time’s passing them by.