The hygienist who cleaned my teeth yesterday and used the phrase “people of your age” is still living. I didn’t feel it would get me anywhere to jump off the reclining dental chair – why, in my day, they had seats like electric chairs! – and pound her into the ground and then tie her up with dental floss.
Of course, I did know that would get me somewhere – jail or the nuthouse. I decided to just sit there and be a person of my age.
The other day at the gym as I was bench pressing a hefty amount of weight I was complaining about my shoulder hurting and how I’m struggling with a rotator cuff injury…. this young lithe thing was standing there and she said, “it’s well know that the elderly often have rotator cuff injuries, stands to reason seeing as they have years and years of repetitive motion.” I almost threw the barbell at her. Me? Elderly? AUGH! My trainer quickly stepped in the changed the subject and later told me that I am far from elderly. I said he better say that or I just won’t pay him anymore… if I cant get respect for age anymore I’ll get it for the checkbook.