Old
I can’t find a link to this ad, but there is currently a commercial airing that says “If you were born between the years of 1930something and theyearIwasborn, call us now to see how you can help your family pay for your funeral expenses.” Or something like to that effect.
Check you math, Funeral Planner People. I am not old. I’m not! I’m not! I’m not! So stop telling me I should plan for my funeral so my family won’t have to!
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for me to eat my prunes and go to sleep. G’night.
Mmm. Prunes.
Such a cheerful commercial! Sounds like someone is watching too much daytime tv.
I was staying at my grandparents apartment in Florida when the phone rang. “We’re calling from Blah Funeral Home for Grandma Last Name.” I told them she wasn’t available and could I help them with something? “We’d like to talk with her about her plans for her funeral.” I told them, “Well, she died like four years ago, so I am fairly certain she’s all set. You should take her name off her list.”
Then the fuckers had the gall to ask about me. I was 22 at the time!
Life after 21 is just one depressing step stone of getting older after another.
As I’ve been saying to a lot of my patients lately (who are often in their 90’s, still living in their own home!), age is just a number!
Nice. I’ve actually been getting stuff from AARP since before I was 30! Isn’t that fun?
I think I’ve seen this commercial. The year of which you speak is not old. Not at all! Oh, and I get AARP and nursing home and hearing aid stuff in the mail all of the time. So weird.