It was an ordinary day. Reading an article from someone WHO IS OLDER than I am. Won't say how much older, but I'm sure than doesn't matter to you...right? Well, this OLDER PERSON had a few good comments to make...so I just knew you would enjoy reading them. So...follow along...if you can read the small type:
Being a little older, I am very fortunate to have someone call and check on me every day. He is from India and seems to be very concerned about my car warranty.
I finally realize why I look so bad in pictures. It's my face.
It only takes one slow-walking person in the grocery store to destroy the illusion that I'm a nice person.
Sorry that I'm late. I got here as soon as I wanted to!
It's fine to eat a test grape in the produce section, but when you take one bite of rotisserie chicken it's --- "Sir, you need to leave now!
One thing no one ever talks about, when it comes to being an older adult, is how much time we devote to keeping a cardboard box because it is, you know, a really good box.
I can't believe I forgot to go to the gym today. That's seven years in a row now.
If you dropped something when you were younger, you just picked it up. When you're older and you drop something, you stare at it for just a bit, contemplating if you actually need it anymore.
I like to make lists. I also like to leave them lying on the kitchen counter and then guess what's on the list when I am at the store.
And...if you were expecting more....well....it's time for my nap!
Amen! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
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