Isn't it sad when older people can't get a grip on how much water their bridge has been over and just deal with it?
Mr. Zoom and I made an especially grand showing of just how ungraceful we are with aging today. At the office.
We arrived today to find a brand new employee at the firm. He works in our office services department - which means he has to walk the floors all day and deliver stuff. It's one of the few positions that pretty much guarantees you will meet everyone in the office.
This kid, honest-to-goodness, looks like he's 12.
Mr. Zoom: "Did his mommy drop him off here?"
Me: "I wonder if Santa brought him that tie that he's wearing?"
Mr. Zoom: "Does management know we are in violation of child labor laws?"
Me: "If he gets nap time, I'm going straight to management with a complaint."
Mr. Zoom: "Does he even know where the bike locks are?"
The laughing stopped when I learned he just turned 21. 21!! What's next? I guess I'll know it's time to go buy myself a Lark* when I start mistaking 45 year olds for 30?
And then on the way home tonight, Mr. Zoom turned on one of the features in his car that we haven't used before. It has ... I can barely say it with a straight face ...
Why would anyone want that? I would guess people who live in really cold places would. I think it just came on the car, it wasn't like Mr. Zoom wanted it special.
Tonight it was damn cold. Cold as in, California cold. Like 60 degrees. So he clicked on my bun warmer. After a while I said "Ok, that's enough. We can turn that off now. That kinda feels like I peed my pants."
*Lark = I don't know if this item is known everywhere, but it's a motor scooter that is typically advertised as a tool for older people to get around with.