I don't remember whether I posted this image already or not. My memory isn't what it used to be. That's another downside of getting old. Talking about getting old is another one of the downsides. I was at the post office the other day dropping off a eBay item I sold. It was too big for the package drop so I had to wait in line. I realized, waiting in line, that most of the people I see in the post office are old. Mailing things is a baby boomer type activity. Old people seem to be the only ones who write letters anymore. Anyway, there was this older woman at the counter buying stamps or something and she was oblivious to the line behind her because she insisted on gabbing with the bored postal worker. She was going on about what was on the screen in front of her that you pay for things with and how it was asking her to take a survey and she said she couldn't read the small print and then she started blathering on about that is what happens when you get old. The bored postal worker nodded politely but you could tell she just wanted the woman to leave. So did I. And I wanted her to shut up.
It made me realize that talking about being old is another one of those annoying things that old people do thinking they are being funny.
They aren't. And I vowed I wouldn't repeat that mistake. And then what do I do when I started this post?
I actually intended to blather on about how fleeting my birthday seemed and it was supposed to be the one day of the year that is mine. I blinked and it was over.
Guess that is what happens when you get old...
...just shoot me.
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