When you forget that somebody else started this same thread less than 2 weeks ago…
You know you’re getting old when…
bifocals aren’t enough and your optometrist suggests trifocals!
When you teach your nine year old nephew how to use dominos to build houses and you later see him knocking them down and saying, "The first plane is hitting the Twin Towers . . . " :eek:
When your twenty year old secretary checks out your iPod and says, “I used to listen to a lot of Nirvana when I was in grade school.”
This happened to my husband (age 33): when you make a passing reference to a teenage boy about a T1000, and he has no idea what you’re talking about, even when you tell him it’s a Terminator.
When you don’t notice someone else noticed this 18 postes ago 
… you realize that the youngest employees in your location were born in 1992.
Dang. And my first thought was of a Toshiba laptop I had in the 80s, But I have close to 10 years on your hubby
I have been getting older since I was born,if I had died as a child I wouldn’t be here now. I hope to get as many years on me as I can…He with the most years wins!!!
In my belief;it is good to get older, The"er" on old means you can still be helped in the emergency room. Once you are dead, then people can say he (she) was old.
Monavis
When you nose hairs start tickling your upper lip and you can braid your ear hair.
or even worse, you forget that you started an identical thread nine days ago.
Or it takes three heaves to get yourself out of the couch.
How about when Medical Tech Barbie, while giving you an EKG, laughs about her love life then says, “You know! Things haven’t changed **that ** much since **you ** were a girl.”
And yet I let her live. Go figure.
Maybe it’s just me being young, but I don’t get this at all.
Holy crap, am I really that close now? (1986)
I guess I can file that one under “You know you’re gradually getting a little bit older when…”
How’s your daughter doing?
[hijack]After I got out of boot camp, I called everyone older or higher in social status than me “sir” or “ma’am” for about a month. I couldn’t stop it. It was so well hammered into me that it was a completely undeniable compulsion. I felt kind of silly because I was going to a community college and most of my classmates and friends had probably never said “sir” or “ma’am” in their life unless they were handing out packets of French fries at the time.[/hijack]
I’ve always been a little older than my years and yesterday when I found boxes full of my parents’ records, I sounded just like my dad pulling out his records, when I pulled out my mom’s records one by one (she’s a little younger and has better taste in music 
), excitedly calling out the name of each (1960s/70s rock) band like I was digging up jewels and gems.
And you remember that you had already been drinking legally for nine years by that date.
Erm…I meant seven years.
Or that you graduated from high school that year…
Or 13 years. (16 in New York.) And were almost old enough to buy the champaigne legally for the Moon Landing. (But had a friend in your class who was old enough.)
When someone at work decides he needs to lecture you on data structures, and you tell him you were teaching them while he was learning how to read.
Remember fondly when the Internet really worked, before they messed it up with this web stuff and domain addressing.
Realized that the time between now and when I learned about transistors is far greater than the time between when I learned about them and they got invented.
When you’ve lived long enough not only to see fashions coming back in style, but now old HAIRCUTS are coming back in style.
What is it with these 70’s styles on boys these days???
Actually happened about 2 hours ago:
Heard glass shatter few times outside from the Main Road (my 3rd floor patio overlooks it). Wander out a while later once I see there’s a cop car investigating the ruckus.
Wander over to the cop, we immediately start making “damn kids” comments. He gave me his card and I went back inside.
I’ve NEVER had a “damn kids” interaction with the cops except when I WAS a “damn kid” and that was… 17 years ago? Oh my.
Only 32, and my fur is still long and shaggy and I’m in a Bad Reiligion concert T, but apparently I’m old enough not to be immediately detained and questioned by Officer Obie. I’m told it either gets better from here or goes way downhill.
And for the record, the damn kids in question busted out the window on the side of the bus stop shelter and were lobbing glass candle holder thingies at traffic. :rolleyes:
I’m 24, and I’m starting to get these moments more and more… maybe it’s time to start saving up for a rocking chair and a porch? And some Yellin’ Old Man pants, while I’m at it.
I recently saw someone wearing a T-shirt with the legend:
C:\Dos
C:\Dos\Run
Run\Dos\Run
on it, and laughed. One of my younger brother’s flatmates (and something of a computer game addict) looked at me and said “I don’t get it”. :eek:
I realised there hasn’t been a new Indiana Jones movie since 1989. 
Yes, I do remember a time before cellphones. How did we manage? It was great- if you weren’t home, no-one could bother you. Bliss.
iPod? iPod what? That doesn’t even make grammatical sense unless your name is Pod and you’re making a declaration of some kind (although the same could be said of Walkman, without the declaration disclaimer)
I heard Nirvana on the radio when Kurt Cobain was still alive! (DUN DUN DAAAAH!)
Those “Just turned 18” girls were only 6 when I was 18. :eek: :eek:
I made reference to using an LP player once. One of my brother’s flatmates asked me what an LP was.
Most 12 year olds have forgotten more about Windows XP than I’ll ever know, yet I used to be a past master at getting the XMS and EMS tweaked on my old DOS based system so I could play X-Wing, TIE Fighter, and the original Sid Meier’s Civilization. Why yes, we did live in caves and hunt Dinosaurs, why do you ask?
And finally, the thing that really makes me feel old- there are women the same age as me who are not only married and have kids, but those kids are in primary school! :eek:
If anyone needs me, I’ll be yelling at kids to stay off my lawn… 
Heck, my classmates who married right out of high school have kids who are… getting married right out of high school! Scary, that.
I deleted too much of the quote, sorry. “Yelling Old Man Pants” are those that are now sold at “hip youth” stores, right? You know, the ones where the waist goes below the hip?