So When Did That Happen ?

By jy3411

You're only as old as you feel! OK, I want to meet the smart-ass that came up with that one. I know damm straight it wasn't a 55 year old male straddling a line between childhood and adulthood. Most times I do "act" my age. But sometimes I just can't seem to help myself and I fall backwards through some unforeseen hole in time. I'm looking at my boss and thinking gezzz you need a wedgie so bad right now. Or the "fall back on" Pull MY Finger.

I think I'm a pretty "HIP" type guy. OK, maybe the music I listen to was made in the last century. OK, maybe a few decades before that even. But come on! I wear blue jeans, my left ear is pierced, and I still roll down the window, hang my arm out said window, and turn up the "tunes". I'm OH so cool. Then yesterday it happened!

I have a 5-day mini-holiday and I'm doing a small road trip. Get away for a couple of days and do some exploring. So as any ADULT would do I know there are some pre-trip things to take care of. Alice* needs to be fed and she needs a bath. Check! Then might as well go over to the shop and get her oil changed and let them give her the once over. Stop in for a pie with my friend Bob.

So I'm in Alice outside the big glass door at the shop and it opens. There is a friendly face standing at the other end on the bay to guide me in. (guess when they see you're OLD they know you need help) So I ease forward and gently roll to the spot he guides me too. And there it is. The ever so helpful Young man has got Blue Hair. Now mind you, I'm colorblind! So if I can see he's got Blue Hair, you better believe IT'S BLUE, VERY, VERY BLUE. I sat there in awe. Lost in space and time, till another young man tapped on the glass and said, "you can get out now". Gezzz what have I fallen in to? Some alien planet?

As I got out I noticed that if there was a space on this young mans ears that wasn't pierced I sure couldn't see it.

Don't get me wrong. Everyone has a "thing". I understand that someone calls both these young men son, and probably sweetheart. I just wasn't ready for my age to hit me so hard and in such rapid fire.

I like some parts of getting old. I like that I get a seniors discount at White Castle. I like that my boss greets me with, "How are you today sir". (I'd still like to give him the aforementioned wedgie). But when did what I think is Hip and what is really Hip fall so far apart?