I asked for a printed boarding pass for our flight home.
“I’m old-school—I like paper,” I told the young gal behind the desk.
“Actually,” I amended, grinning, “I’m just plain old.”
When she shook her head in polite denial, I countered: “I remember people smoking on airplanes. I think that makes me old.”
The “Ohmygod!” that exploded out of her told me she no longer argued with that assessment.
LOL! I have shocked coworkers by telling them we used to have a drink on the bench next to our microscopes as we did lab work with no gloves. One of them asked me what I fed my pet dinosaur.
I think it is such a good topic and I don’t think you’re old😉 but I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. My father is 76 and sometimes worries about his age. It affects me too and I catch myself thinking, oh dear, he’s getting old.
But then I visit a 96-year-old woman and see how well she’s still living her life. Suddenly I think: wait a minute — my father isn’t old at all. He still has plenty of time and so much left to experience. Just look at that 96-year-old lady!
As for me, I still get asked for ID when I buy alcohol — and I’m 35! On the other hand, when I was thirty, a good friend of my daughter used to call me an “older lady,” which really made me reflect … My children used to think I grew up in a “black-and-white world”!
As for me, I still get asked for ID when I buy alcohol — and I’m 35! On the other hand, when I was thirty, a good friend of my daughter used to call me an “older lady,” which really made me reflect … 😉 **“My children always thought I grew up in a black-and-white world
When I was carded in my twenties, I was miffed…for surely I looked like a grownup, right?
Then when I was carded in my thirties, I was quite pleased.
I was quite pleased again to be carded in my sixties, when I asked for a Senior Discount.
Now I’m simply quite pleased to be walking upright.
Don’t forget being carded regarding the 75-year-old limit for people not having to remove shoes in airports. ;) We noticed, though, on these last two trips, that they’ve stopped doing that. Finally figured out it’s a waste of time, I guess…
LikeLike
When I was born, every car had a manual transmission, all the airplanes were propeller driven, all long distance calls had to be placed through an operator, and we had a coal bin in the basement from which coal had to be shoveled into the furnace. When I saw a TV for the first time, I didn’t know what it was. My desk at school had an inkwell, and it was a special privilege to be selected as the kid who refilled each one from a big bottle of India ink. When I got sick, the doctor came to the house. The iceman delivered big blocks of ice, carried on his shoulder to the homes of folks who did not have a newfangled electric refrigerator yet. And no, I did not live in some rural backwater, our home was in New York City.
I remember the morning that JFK was assassinated. I remember when there were only three network channels on TV and one or two local channels. I remember when my dad and I used to change the oil in our cars and dump the used oil in the gutter on the street. *gasp* I remember before computers. I remember saving my allowance to buy a $5 record album on vinyl.
But old? Nah. “Old” is 20 years older than me.
216,121 Reads
13 Adventure Backyard Homestead Barefoot Barter & Scrounge Biker Bipolar Blogging Books Camping & Fishing Cats Chickens Coffee Dragon Family Freelancing God's Humor Hawai'i Home Economics Idaho iPad Language Lists Marriage Mental Health Names Navigation Neighbors OCD Oregon Trail Owl Packing Prayer Reading Recovery RV Life Sail & Sea Sustainable Living Synchronicity Tattoos Technology Travel Turquoise Work Writing
Well done! I wish you success in finding an editor/mentor who can make this dream come true. The writing is…
I can relate. I usually have multiple books going at once and at least three projects. But I tend to…
Somehow it’s reassuring to hear that my foibles are shared! ;)
This does sound extremely familiar to me, it’s so like me that it creates some resonance. Still working on that…
I love your stories and triumphs as much as your trials and tribulations. Thanks so much.
Kana's Chronicles 
Join the Conversation!