If you’ve never uploaded naked photographs of yourself, you are an old fart.
If you know how to spell, you are an old fart.
If you ever waited to hear your favorite song on the radio, you are an old fart.
If you remember when being radical meant hating the government, rather than relying on it, you are an old fart.
Some of these go pretty wide of the mark, of course, but some made me laugh. My personal favorite:
If you still feel a twinge of dread seeing a phone number with a lot of “9″s and “0″s, you are an old fart.Hee ... I'd add "If you even know what that means, you are an old fart."
5 comments:
Ha!! I'm older than you.
We didn't have a telephone until 1956. I remember the first few times it rang were shocking... couldn't figure out what that noise was for a minute. Took longer to remember which of six ring patterns was ours since it was a six party line. We didn't get much use of it. Two old ladies on the line pretty much kept it busy.
Until around 1950, we also bought ice a few times a week from the old man who pushed a cart up and down the street... for our icebox. Milk came in glass quart bottles delivered every morning by a milkman... and the Helms bakery truck came by once or twice a week... Two newspaper editions each day from the city, or just once a day from the local rag.
Oh, I could go on for a long time. :)
While I have no personal experience with iceboxes (I always remember there being a refrigerator in the kitchen) the milkman who worked our street every morning did deliver ice. We kids used to get slivers from him in the summer.
I remember all of those old fart moments that were mentioned.
And I am glad I got to experience them, too. Not to mention, I miss a bunch of them.
I think more than half of those apply to me, and I'm only 27. Guess I'm weird.
Lol .. loved it ... and oh, i pinched it too ....
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