Oh well, that's just as good. I doubt if my brain could have handled the stress.
It's sad when phrases from your youth are now obsolete. That's one helluva indicator that you're pushing the old dirt nap needle.
Phrases like "drop a dime on someone". Who the heck uses that now? No one I tell you. That was way back before mobile phones and when using a payphone cost ten cents.
And how about "you sound like a 33 on 45"? I got a few stares at the local Wawa with that one. Man, 33 and 45 rpms. I complain if my hard drive is slower then 7200 now.
Speaking of music phrases, I still call those music compilations that are normally released every Tuesday "albums" and the cover art "jackets". An album today is where one stores those old fashion photo prints and a jacket is what you wear.
For the love a all that is holy, I referred to the hot and humid weather today as being akin to living inside a terrarium. That was met with the ever more knowledgable reply of "huh?" I had one of those things in my bedroom as a little one. It evem had a froggy in it. It was actually a cool thing to have in the 1970's, dammit. So were pet rocks!
I guess for being an older person, I do consider myself relatively hip. But not twenty-something hip. I doubt if I could keep up withthe twenty-somethings of today.
And I bet that's what someone pushing forty thought about me back in my twenties.
Anyway, why not check more of my complaining about getting older at the new site:
Youth, How I Loathe Thee