How To Tell If You Are Young Or Old?

Whe you poop yer pants and some nice lady cleans you up, says that it's OK and gives you a juice box and a hug..yer young.
When you poop yer pants and you hear two guys outside agruing about whose turn it is to clean you up....yer old
That's REALLY comforting, Caj :eek: "Thanks for sharing."
Not speaking from personal experience, I hope.
 
..Carbs were on the way out in the mid 80s so…….I guess I am a fossil.
Lucky for all involved, I'd say. Did you go out to see the "fossil" the part came from?

I'm trying to remember which car we had with a manual choke. It might have been a Nash Metropolitan.

remembering-the-nash-metropolitan-the-car-that-swam-against-the-bigger-is-better-tide_6.jpg
 
When a young person drops something, they bend over and pick it up. When an older person drops something, they stare at it for a few moments and think, "Am I going to be needing that again?"
 
This year being the 125th Anniversary of the Spanish-American War, I marched in a couple of parades in my SA War impression. At one a spectator said to me:
"Thank you for your servive young man."
To which I replied:
"Thank you for calling me young when my war was 125 years ago."
 
Lucky for all involved, I'd say. Did you go out to see the "fossil" the part came from?

I'm trying to remember which car we had with a manual choke. It might have been a Nash Metropolitan.

remembering-the-nash-metropolitan-the-car-that-swam-against-the-bigger-is-better-tide_6.jpg

A funny story. A customer of mine told me he had an old friend whose wife had a Metropolitan when they met while she was in college.
His friend had bought a Metropolitan and had it restored to what his then girlfriends Metro looked.
My friend and his wife were invited to come to dinner with them and then to their house for the husband to surprise the wife with the car.
They went to the house, the husband opened the garage door.
The wife exclaimed "Oh, a Metropolitan! I had one in college. I hated that $&!@ car ".
So much for the surprise.
 
So a group of us at work met up at the electric go cart track in town. These things are fast at about 45mph with straights and hairpin turns.
Now I'm in my 60's with gray hair and knees that act weird nowadays. All these kids thought I was going to drive slow with my turn signal on and the seat belt bouncing off the pavement.
There were about ten of us. We had a practice race, two qualifying races and the final.
I came in third on the practice and qualifiers. The only reason I was fifth on the final is a youngster rear ended me.
They had a new respect for me on Monday morning.
OLD GUYS RULE
 
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