And that ,my friend ,would be asking.dubhlinn wrote:Nanohedron wrote:Like my father before me, each birthday finds me at 29.
Yeah,but what month and what year?
Slan,
D.
Slan,
D.
And that ,my friend ,would be asking.dubhlinn wrote:Nanohedron wrote:Like my father before me, each birthday finds me at 29.
Yeah,but what month and what year?
Slan,
D.
It will not be that funny in about ten years as the first of the boomers move into retirement and older age, the sidewalks are going to become jambed with walkers, and those scooter thingies; but suburban areas don't have enough sidewalks to carry all the future traffic.When people ask my age, I often like to say,"My walker's in the mail."
Good Lord. That's something that I might have expected to see as a skit on Second City Television. Imagining the reality of it is just as excruciating as a comedy skit would have been.MarkB wrote:I work in a large city library in the core of the city and right beside our building is a high rise seniors building, there was an actual traffic jamb on the sidewalk in front of the library the other day with what seemed hundreds of seniors all trying to go everywhichway at once with their walkers and scooters. It is only going to get worse not better.