Getting old
I always thought getting old was such a horrible thing. I would even say I've always kind of had a fear of getting old. But I've realized that's ridiculous! Getting old isn't as bad as I thought.
I mean, think about it. When you get older, you automatically get respect. You don't have to earn it and you don't have to work for it. It's an unwritten rule that you respect your elders.
Another perk is the fact that you can act however you want when you get older. You don't have to be concerned with being friendly at all. However, if you are, that's just an added plus. For example, as well all know, I work at a restaurant. I have a lot of elderly couples that come in during the day to eat. They have absolutely no problem telling me exactly what to do, and not in the friendliest manner. They don't mind sending me on 20 different trips to the kitchen until they get exactly what they want. They're always quick to tell me when I've done something wrong, even though half the time I didn't do anything wrong, they just got confused.
My favorite part of getting old, however, is the fact that I will be able to say absolutely anything I want. Here's a prime example:
The other day I was at Michael's with Tyler. We were in the check-out line waiting to pay for a picture frame that I was buying. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted an elderly woman staring at us. I started to wonder what we could possibly be doing wrong, but before I could figure it out, she was on her way over to fill me in on it. She walked right up to me and grabbed me by the arm.
"Ya know, honey, you should really tell your man here to invest in a belt," she said with a perfectly straight face. I smiled, although in my head I was thinking, what the hell is she talking about?
"All I would have to do is give his britches a little tug and his pants would fall right off," she continued.
I couldn't help but to laugh. I didn't know what else to do. How do you respond to that? Luckily before I had to say anything, her daughter came rushing over and pulled her away from us.
"Come on mom, leave these kids alone," the lady said, flashing us the "I'm sorry" face.
The look on Tyler's face was priceless. He looked half embarrassed and half confused. It was hilarious!
Anyways, the point is that I'm no longer afraid of growing old. In fact, I'm getting to the point where I can't wait!
I mean, think about it. When you get older, you automatically get respect. You don't have to earn it and you don't have to work for it. It's an unwritten rule that you respect your elders.
Another perk is the fact that you can act however you want when you get older. You don't have to be concerned with being friendly at all. However, if you are, that's just an added plus. For example, as well all know, I work at a restaurant. I have a lot of elderly couples that come in during the day to eat. They have absolutely no problem telling me exactly what to do, and not in the friendliest manner. They don't mind sending me on 20 different trips to the kitchen until they get exactly what they want. They're always quick to tell me when I've done something wrong, even though half the time I didn't do anything wrong, they just got confused.
My favorite part of getting old, however, is the fact that I will be able to say absolutely anything I want. Here's a prime example:
The other day I was at Michael's with Tyler. We were in the check-out line waiting to pay for a picture frame that I was buying. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted an elderly woman staring at us. I started to wonder what we could possibly be doing wrong, but before I could figure it out, she was on her way over to fill me in on it. She walked right up to me and grabbed me by the arm.
"Ya know, honey, you should really tell your man here to invest in a belt," she said with a perfectly straight face. I smiled, although in my head I was thinking, what the hell is she talking about?
"All I would have to do is give his britches a little tug and his pants would fall right off," she continued.
I couldn't help but to laugh. I didn't know what else to do. How do you respond to that? Luckily before I had to say anything, her daughter came rushing over and pulled her away from us.
"Come on mom, leave these kids alone," the lady said, flashing us the "I'm sorry" face.
The look on Tyler's face was priceless. He looked half embarrassed and half confused. It was hilarious!
Anyways, the point is that I'm no longer afraid of growing old. In fact, I'm getting to the point where I can't wait!


3 Comments:
At 11:56 AM,
Regina Cassell said…
Laugh out loud funny!
At 6:07 PM,
Tully Corcoran said…
Tyler should have just said, "You're right, they'd come right off. Why don't you go ahead and give 'em a tug?"
At 12:08 PM,
Kammie said…
I really enjoyed reading this. My grandma asked me the other day if I would be offended if she told me I'd gained weight. How are you supposed to respond to that?
I've pretty much decided that I have no intention of using any tact when I am old.
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