In Monty Python And The Holy Grail, Arthur calls to a peasant named Dennis, “Old woman….” Dennis replies, “I’m 37.” “What?” “I’m 37, I’m not old.” You’ve seen it. I wanted to quote this a few y
ears ago at a burger joint when the girl taking my order charged me too little. “Not after the senior discount,” she explained.
Then today I received a letter from the AARP. “Hey, I’m 49, I’m not old….”
Somewhere there is a database of old people with my name on it. How can this be? I don’t even know what AARP stands for. I don’t watch the weather channel. I don’t shuffle, I don’t shuffleboard. I don’t wear black socks with shorts. I go outside even with snow in the forecast. I drive without reading road signs out loud, for Pete’s sake.
I guess this will happen more and more, so I’d better come to terms with it. My days are numbered. A high number, yes, but numbered still. Will I have done all I wanted to do? Am I on track to reach personal and professional goals in time? I’d better take a good look. Now where did I put my glasses?
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Not that long ago, I railed against the fact that AARP – the old folk’s club – had me on their mailing list. I’m not old, not even 50. I mean, c’mon. So it strikes me as ironic that the... [Read More]
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