December 03, 2007


I hate hearing those in their late twenties or early thirties bitching about being "old." If they're old, then I'm old. And I ain't old, damnit! Though, I about blew that the other day.

Walked into the bank, and handed the teller my check and deposit slip. (I've gone to this teller at least half of the time I've had an account there... nearly three months, now.) I was getting cash back, so the guy looks everything over, and says to himself, "Yep... he's done that right."

Wha??? First off, I can still hear you!!! I'm not that old. And secondly, of course, I've got it right! I've been banking since he was in frickin' kindergarten. I've filled out a deposit slip or two.

Of course, these thoughts flashed through my mind, and nearly exited out of the ol' yap, but another thought blocked them. If I say that, I'll sound old... and I'm not old, gottdammit!

I ain't old.

Oh... and totally off of the subject, 16 years ago today, I stood on the yellow footprints.

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 3, 2007 06:03 PM | TrackBack

I had red dots.... 5 months ago today... old-guy...

Posted by: RSM at December 3, 2007 06:14 PM

Happy Anniversary....

And of *COURSE* you're not old. No Way. Farthest thing from it.

Cause if you're old...I'm flippin' ancient and THAT ain't happenin'....

Posted by: Tammi at December 3, 2007 07:09 PM

You are just a pup... ; ) As am I...

(I am going to repeat that to myself a bunch too...)

Posted by: Richmond at December 3, 2007 08:36 PM

***young whippersnappers talking about bein' old***


Posted by: Teresa at December 3, 2007 09:24 PM

You damn well better not be old, cause I would end up Really old, and that just ain't right!

And congrats on the anniversary :-)

Posted by: Barb at December 3, 2007 11:11 PM

You old??? baw ha ha ha ha... Ok, I needed a laugh.

Posted by: vw bug at December 4, 2007 05:29 AM

So if I tell you about my aches and pains this morning . . . never mind - you aren't old! :)

Posted by: oddybobo at December 4, 2007 08:06 AM

I am old. Every time somebody asks me how old I am I get pissed off, 'cause, I don't know. I suppose it's too much to ask of the younger generation to "do the math and figure it out"... I remember what grandma always said when how old was she come up... She'd just say, "Old enough to chew cornbread without chokin'". Worked for me.

Posted by: RedNeck at December 4, 2007 08:18 PM

I dunno. I'm 30, and I work with a gaggle of 17-year-olds. Same days, I feel older than damn dirt.

Indiana Jones is not an old movie.

Posted by: Tommy at December 4, 2007 08:36 PM

Questioning whether you are old? Yep. That's the first sign.

You're old.

Posted by: Jerry at December 4, 2007 08:41 PM

The yellow footprints are OK. Just don't eat the yellow snow.

Posted by: Cappy at December 5, 2007 08:24 PM

You're just a baby! It was 22 years ago on Nov 5 that I stood on the blue line. I would have never made it as a Marine. But not for the reasons most people think...

Posted by: drc at December 7, 2007 11:38 AM