Let's do age! How 'Old' are you? A poll - Version 2

[Michael T]

Re: Boo Hoo

Originally posted by energy
FG & Jamie&Kevin,

Such torment! I not only can't remember the last time I was carded, but now they ask me if I'm qualified for a Senior Citizen's discount. I find it hard to muster up a tear for any of you!
Why it just seems like yesterday when I experienced your dilema. In fact, in the overall scheme of things, it was! Enjoy it.

Gotta agree with Energy here... wait... is it a tear?.... nope... sorry...

Just wait till they DON'T card you any more... you'll be bumming in a major way then...

As I rush head long towards the "dark side" (40) I just gotta grin, and try to remember where I put my Rogain, my hair dye and my Centrum (not Silver YET!)...

Like I said - I've got a young'un to keep me young... and does he ever!!! Daddyhood is the greatest!!!

 

[JRKH]

Gotta Agree,

Enjoy it while you can.
Life goes fast enough, and the changes will come.
Kevin, Headed for 40 huh--- lookin for the hair dye huh ---
Take a tip. When someone comments on your greying hair, just tell them that you are a parent and you earned every one of them.

My situation is kind of different in that I am 47 and my beautiful wife is older than me. --- By 16 years. We get a good laugh when people mistake me for her son instead of her husband.

If you feel good, have your health, and are happy, then
-- don't just embrace life. Grab it around the waist, throw it to the ground and give it a great big noogie!!!

James

 

[db]

Old is a state of mind

I cannot remember not having gray hair. (It might have been yesterday…I just can’t remember1) The last time I was carded, I went to see Don McClean (I know it is spelled wrong…you know the “Bye Bye American Pie” dude). We rode in my friends brand new Pacer.

If Firegirl is correct and you are only as old as you feel, then I should have retired about ten years ago. However, my oldest child is only 16. It takes me a while to do things (I had my tonsils out when I was 30)

There was a point to this, but I can’t remember what it was. Man I’m getting old!

 

[SteelMaiden]

A Pacer! Whoa, I'd forgotten them...I think one of my older cousins had one of those. Weren't they the funny lookin things?

Sorry my crowd was more into muscle cars. Goats were a favorite if you could find one that hadn't been totalled or beat to [email protected]#$

 

[energy]

I remember

Originally posted by SteelMaiden
A Pacer! Whoa, I'd forgotten them...I think one of my older cousins had one of those. Weren't they the funny lookin things?

Sorry my crowd was more into muscle cars. Goats were a favorite if you could find one that hadn't been totalled or beat to [email protected]#$

The Pacer reminds you of the car the Jetsons used to drive around in. Like a glass bubble. All window with a high roof. A hatchback.

A goat. GTO. They were the sh-t! If you had one of them, you didn't need muscles. Just open the doors and they jump right in!

Oh, I just love strolling down memory lane. How about those Ramblers and Hudsons? My first car was a 1951 Mercury, bubble skirts, no door handles, all primer, no grill or front bumper. Fuzzy steering wheel, flamed dash board, black rims with chrome lugs, I was the cat's :ca: Well, my eyes are filling up and I have to go back to work.

 

[SteelMaiden]

Ah, man, don't make me get all misty!!! They just don't make cars like that anymore! That's why I drive a pick-up, nothing like a V-8 and a little tonnage to make you feel alive! I scrimped and saved to buy a Chevelle (used) when I was in college. SWEET!!! Lordy, I surely wish I would have kept that car. My kids would love to have a honey like that. I sold it to a friend who raced stock. He totalled it out on the last lap of his first race with it. That sucked! He didn't get hurt (too badly) but I never forgave him for detroying "my" car. Sure is funny how money seems so important when you haven't got much, if I had it to do all over again, it'd be sittin' in my garage

 

[Aaron Lupo]

Figure this one out. When I was 18 I was never carded I could buy the fire water anyplace any time. After I turned 21 they start asking for ID, I am 31 and still to this day they ask for ID, I even have lots of silver hair (premature do to an illness). Go figure.

They only thing that bothers me about age is, in the work place if you are below a certian age you can't know anything. The older you are the more you know, that bugs me! Why is it that I can't know as much if not more than a co-worker that has 20+ years on me?

 

[Michael T]

Originally posted by SteelMaiden
A Pacer! Whoa, I'd forgotten them...I think one of my older cousins had one of those. Weren't they the funny lookin things?

Sorry my crowd was more into muscle cars. Goats were a favorite if you could find one that hadn't been totalled or beat to [email protected]#$

Please - the memories!!! My first car was a '71 Cuda... da*n was that car fast. My best friend had a '71 Goat "The Judge". Were we gear heads? Nawwwwww.... not us....

Thanks for the trip down memory lane....

 

[energy]

You can

Originally posted by ISO GUY

They only thing that bothers me about age is, in the work place if you are below a certian age you can't know anything. The older you are the more you know, that bugs me! Why is it that I can't know as much if not more than a co-worker that has 20+ years on me?

You probably do. It's just difficult to get that across to an older worker. Why? Like you, they think they're smarter. When I was a fledgling Inspector, I knew that I was smarter than the old guys. They were lazy, resting on past laurels. Coasting. No ambition. I did all the the P.I.A. things they wouldn't do. Knew the system inside and out. But, I was constantly reminded that they forgot more than I will ever know. And they did forget, everything. You just have to remind yourself that you are the fairest of them all. Accept that there is an unwritten pecking order for respect in a lot of companies. In fact, I venture to say that there is a fear of a bright younger co-worker because of the possibility that they may become their replacement. Acceptance comes sooner or later. Eventually the day comes that you know that your sharpest tool in the shed because you are promoted and your ideas are sought out, rather than Poo Poo'd. Finally, I always challenged Inspectors (8) who reported to me to show me their stuff. I hid nothing, trained them and, in spite of it all they couldn't scratch my :ca: Well, see you

 

[Jim Webb]

My second car was a 1965 GTO that I bought in 1966. The price of gas was between $.25 and $.37. Then I was drafted mid-1966 but I kept the GTO for the two years while I was away. After Vietnam I went off to college. Had to get rid of the GTO because gas was up $.45. End up trading the GTO for a Karmen-Ghia. That lasted me thru school. Wish I had that GTO again, still wouldn't be able to put gas in it though! Parden me while I cry.