So, I’m officially old and here’s how I know:
1) Three days ago, after visiting the chiropractor for the third time in two weeks, I had to buy a back support cushion for my office chair. Yeah, only old people do that.
2) I rented the movie “Superbad.” One of the highest grossing movies of the year. Supposed to be excellent. It was an absolute turd on a plate. I love T and A movies and language doesn’t bother me, but this bore absolutely no resemblance to funny.
3) I was at Wal-Mart in the music section (and no, I don’t buy music from the Revelations Beast, but I do check it out sometimes) and there was a teen-aged girl going over things to buy with a Wal-Mart gift card. Her brother, help that he was, suggested a Styx CD. She said – and I friggin’ quote – “Eeeewwww, Mom likes them.”
Yeah, so does Trey, ya’ teen-aged skank. In fact, I have THREE of their albums. And yeah, I used the word album. Do you even know what that is? The only saving grace was that she also looked at Metallica CDs and I did recently purchase two of those.
So, can one of you guys send me an AARP brochure?
