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Signs your getting old a Tuesday morning reflection

I wrote this post a while back as an e-mail to some friends. I was supposed to dye my hair last night and didn't, for some reason this popped into my mind so I searched for it and found it. It's off subject, I hope you enjoy it.

 

Today I was given the tell-tale sign of my aging,there were little signs leading up to the sledge hammer sign that hit me right between the eyes. After taking my P.O.S car back to the shop to most likely bleed me of another $1,000.00. I decided to go to the .9999 store to pick up a few things, because I damn well wasn't gonna buy them from the rip-off supermarkets. (1st sign of the morning, not only getting older but still broke!) After meandering down the aisle in the early morning hours with the blue hairs,I went to check out. As I stood in line lost in space a voice came from behind me. I turned to see that the voice came from a white haired old man probably in his 80's. He struck up a conversation about me being lost in space, "What are you thinking so hard about?" he asked. I gave a friendly little chuckle and we chatted for a few seconds. He then asked if he could get ahead of me in line, since I am always trying to change my bad line Karma I said go right ahead. Now in front of me the old man turned and said do you want to hear a joke? I said sure and he began to tell me the joke, as he told me the joke I had to bend closer to hear him and asked him to repeat himself, a real joke killer.(Another sign diminishing hearing!) The joke was an oldie but goody here it goes, "What's the difference between a government bond and a husband? The government bond matures, ha ha ha (I didn't have the heart to tell him that you couldn't even depend on the bond maturing these days.) (Oh and knowing the joke another sign.). Ok, here it comes, the sledge hammer, as the old man finished his transaction with the cashier he turned to me and said "thank you Ma'am, have a nice day"....Ma'am, Ma'am it was one thing being called Ma'am from a young kid but from an old man in his eighties. Holy crap! An old man called me Ma'am. So I went home and headed straight for the mirror to see what the hell he was talking about, Ma'am my butt maybe he should get those cataracts removed, the audacity! After looking in the mirror now I need to go back out to the store for hair dye.