At what point does a person realize they are old? Is it when you sit on the floor, cross-legged, only to find that you are stuck that way, even after a few minutes? Or is it when you look at the young men walking (more like hobbling) around with their pants nearly to their knees, and you scoff at the inanity of it all? At least we had cool fashion statements like leisure suits, platform shoes, and bell bottoms a mile wide. Is it when you are parked on 3 and see the stairs and a perfectly good elevator, look back and forth a few times, knowing what you should do and what you will do? Or is it when have a rousing fun-filled Saturday planned so you pull out a perfectly good Woody Allen movie to watch and you fall asleep before the front-end credits have rolled and it’s only 8:30 at night?
Published on: Nov 13, 2006
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