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Discussion in 'Hangar Talk' started by Timbeck2, Jun 14, 2022.
… you drive a car that doesn’t have dimple zones.
A. You say ‘fold, spindle, or mutilate’ and get blank looks around the room.
B. The office Keurig dies, and two 20-something electrical engineers ask you to show them how to use the drip coffee maker.
C. You participate in an Internet thread where everyone tries to show how old they are by saying “class of 80-something,” and you are class of 79.
When you click on a thread titled "You know you're getting old when..."
And, you respond with,
Attending more funerals than weddings.
I was in an antique shop the other day and saw a couple of the same toys I played with as a kid on the shelf. If that doesn’t make you feel old I don’t know what would. Class of ‘76.
When you can't eat the San Francisco treat because there is too much sodium in it.
to all you class of something in the 80's: snot-nosed kids.
I feel like a kid again after reading this thread.
Ok, I'll get off your lawn...
...When you can remember when $100 was all the money in the world.
Years ago we were working on the airplane and one of the mechanics pulled out a radio and asked for a station. I mentioned my favorite, and the younger partner said "isn't that the oldies station?". I ruminated for a second and said "I guess it is, and I'm an oldie". First time I ever felt old. Certainly not the last.
Mrs. Steingar used to discuss medical stuff with Mama Steingar. It was both cheery and creepy at the same time.
Oh, and when I signed up for the idiot retirement scheme they told me I'd be a millionaire when I retired. They didn't lie, but a million bucks seemed like a lot more money back then.
When you can finish the sentence "Out of the blue of the Western sky comes..."
...when you can remember when it wasn’t creepy for a cute young girl to be living with her unmarried uncle.
.45-ish per gallon for leaded regular when I started driving, if I recall correctly. A pack of smokes was .48.
Gee, thanks. '78 here. My oldest graduated in '98.
When you realize your age puts you in the 4 quarter of the game.
man, you guys graduated??
T.V.'s that had channel dials, UHF & VHF, and you only had a few channels to choose from.
Where I was living in '97, a new convenience store/gas station opened up 3 or 4 blocks away called Smoker's Express (not PC today). They sold gas for $0.799 for the first several months. I was driving a stick shift Saturn at the time getting 40 mpg highway. Life was good.
And you remember being the remote control.
On the internets, the truth can always be enhanced a little bit.
When you remember standing in your front yard to watch Sputnik.
Hah, you babies. I think my first recollection of gas prices was when my father complained it went from .279 to .299. We are now 20 times that, thanks to our magnificent monetary policy.
I find it morbidly fascinating that as a population, we will whine and moan about the cost of a gallon auto fuel, but gladly pay the per gallon price of a cup of coffee at Starbucks.
My sister has a co-worker who had no idea of John Wayne.
Zenith’s “Space Command” remote that used a plinking sound the TV listened for to change channel or volume.
Inspired by George Soros. And with that, I will STFU.
For me, it was realizing that an entire generation has no practical idea of why we "hang up" a phone to end the call.
You know you're old when you still don't trust a weather forecast made before 0700. The "wind sniffers" used to do them old school before computers were widespread.
Or “dial” to call.
When TV’s didn’t have UHF tuners.....
when you recall electric typewriters were only for the advanced typing students
and computer science class involved IBM punch cards and centralized card readers.
If you can’t recognize this, you’re not really old.
The Bridge on XM is not too bad. You know you're getting old when your only Cola concern is not about the one you drink.
I remember in Ft. Worth in the 60's gas wars with $.19/gal prices.
(UT class of 74).
I remember those! Used them, in fact. Class of ‘66.
Speaking of... I've got a Selectric III here, anybody want it? I picked it up at a sale when a local business closed. I used to be fairly good at Selectric work; the first IBM systems I learned to repair used a 1052 for the console. I don't have the manuals, or the required lubricants, and the thing needs a tune-up. I'll hate to scrap it, but I'll hate to ship it even more. Free to a good home, but you gotta pick it up.
I must be really old. I remember seeing the world's first touch tone phone at the Seattle Worlds Fair in 1962.
When we went to fill our go-kart with gas, it was $.25/gal - but we could only afford to put half a gallon in the metal gas can.
We had a Smith-Corona manual typewriter growing up, messy ribbon and all. No electric/Selectric fancy stuff in our home!
This was high speed data uploading:
Quite a few years ago now, my mom was working in the accounting department of a business. I don’t remember the details, but there was one person who needed a specific version of a W-2 or 1099 or something that their software couldn’t do for some reason. The office manager asked my mom if she could fill it out on a typewriter if they could come up with one. She said “yes”, and had to stop herself from asking, “can’t everyone?”