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The Tourist
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In a little over four hours I will officially be 60 years of age. 'Bout flippin' time.
I have promised those around me that I intend to take advantage of all of the perks we folks should be granted at this age. That fact that I can lift things most twenty year olds can't should make no difference. I respected 'age' in my own youth, it's time for them to pony up. I don't care if it's only a pint of skim milk for my coffee, the grocery boy is going to start lugging it to my truck.
'Nother thing, good-bye tact and political correctness, not that I ever had much use for those ideals. Oh, I had to fake it in my adult job, after all, I was amid bankers and lawyers. Rarely saw any of them with women.
Instead of couching my comments to some pinhead akin to "Interesting concept," I can now chortle, "What the duce where you drinking?"
Heck, no more spell-checker, no more condescending excuses for my social absence, nothing but Harley T-shirts and crappy blue jeans--just like the past nine years. 'Cept now it's technically sanctioned.
I worked for forty years, paid my taxes, suffered under idiots passing themselves off as Presidents and bolstered up the sick, lame and lazy. Hey, you, dumb kid, get that door, old guy coming through--get away from the bike, it's too heavy for you to pick up...
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I have promised those around me that I intend to take advantage of all of the perks we folks should be granted at this age. That fact that I can lift things most twenty year olds can't should make no difference. I respected 'age' in my own youth, it's time for them to pony up. I don't care if it's only a pint of skim milk for my coffee, the grocery boy is going to start lugging it to my truck.
'Nother thing, good-bye tact and political correctness, not that I ever had much use for those ideals. Oh, I had to fake it in my adult job, after all, I was amid bankers and lawyers. Rarely saw any of them with women.
Instead of couching my comments to some pinhead akin to "Interesting concept," I can now chortle, "What the duce where you drinking?"
Heck, no more spell-checker, no more condescending excuses for my social absence, nothing but Harley T-shirts and crappy blue jeans--just like the past nine years. 'Cept now it's technically sanctioned.
I worked for forty years, paid my taxes, suffered under idiots passing themselves off as Presidents and bolstered up the sick, lame and lazy. Hey, you, dumb kid, get that door, old guy coming through--get away from the bike, it's too heavy for you to pick up...
http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb231/TheTourist_bucket/DSC00249.jpg
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