I'm officially old.
I met a good looking woman..40ish... shared a joint, had some laughs... then she says" You remind me of my grandfather"
" Is he still alive?" I replied.
" Yes"
"Well that's good then... right?"
The conversation stammered a bit until she clarified her intent was not to infer that I was old. There was an awkward pause while I contemplated explaining my attempted wit,and the topic changed.
What music do you like?" she asked.
"Classical." I replied.
"Which ones? I like The Stones and Iron Butterfly."
" I like them too, but I meant Beethoven and Brahms."
"Who?"
It seemed she didn't know the difference between classic rock and classical music, and had never heard of the rock stars of classical music.
Then she said, " OH, you mean those old dead composers?"
And I said, "Yeah, all the good ones are dead. I mean, Hendrix died in, like '69, right?"
"1970", she replied, "on my 5th birthday."
In 1970 my pregnant wife and I were working on our first divorces.
I'm officially old.