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The Advantage of Being Thought Clueless
My young acquaintances think I’m out of it
Having a car with all the bells and whistles (gizmos on the dash) is lost on me. I just don’t give a shit. What I want is transportation from point A to point B. And, of course, a dependable ignition that starts the car when I need it started and brakes that stop it when I need it stopped.
A simple radio, is good too.
My car, a 2019 Subaru, has a clock, which is fine. But twice a year I have to take it in to my mechanic and have him figure out how to turn the setting forward or back, whichever the seasonal change dictates.
The last time I was in for that courtesy, I overheard a couple of young mechanics talking: “That old Barrabee. He brings his car in here twice a year to have somebody set his clock for him.”
Great guys! I’m old but I’m not brain dead.
I’ll bet none of you young fuckers know how to drive a stick shift.
Young vs Old
Those of us over 70 put up with both physical and mental age-discrimination every day. But wise up — most of it is beneficial!
I’ve heard many a senior complain about a younger person offering to help lift a package, open a door, give up a seat, run an errand for….
