Tuesday, January 8, 2013

A Tale of Two Tails...or maybe three

I really hardly ever feel old.  The only thing that makes me feel that I must be getting that...old...is when I find myself rolling my eyes at what "the youth of today" is doing.

So, what happened?  Well, the other night Dave and I were out.  We had a lovely dinner and then went to a coffee shop to hang out and play cards.  I, I, was easily twice as old as most everyone there.  I'm good with that because that's the age I still think of myself as. 

I was thinking, "Oh, yeah, I relate to them, I'm pretty much just like them only I no longer have to spend my every evening studying."  Whew!  So, I was thinking that until this young woman showed up at the counter near our table.  She had not one, but two fuzzy tails attached to the back of her jeans...and they lightly swayed, to and fro, to and fro.  It was synchronous wagging, I tell ya!

So, it was at that moment that I realized that perhaps I'm getting old and I don't "get" the youth of today.  And then I remembered that I, too, once had a tail...yup...mine hung braided from the side of my shaved head.  Wonder how many "old" people hadn't "gotten" me either.

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