>> I do my weekly shopping on Wednesday, and ahead of me at the
>> checkout was a young guy of 40-odd, doing the same. OK, so 40
>> isn't young, but it is to me. He could be my son (if I had got
>> lucky 20 years ago).

JT> If you had managed to get lucky 20 years ago, you would have
JT> still been 20 years too late.

> Too obscure for my diminishing intelligence. Wha...?

JT> I thought you were implying that a 40 yo would be your son, and
JT> if that happened 20 years ago...

 See above, under "diminishing intelligence." I can still understand
words, it's the numbers that get me.

JT> Perhaps you've forgotten that to have a 40 year old son, 40
JT> years needs to actually pass. And that's not allowing for the
JT> usual 9 month gestation period. 

 Is gestation like indigestion? These big words are hard, aren't
they? 

 Old age sucks. I keep getting these flashes of an alternate
universe. I thought I saw that Arnold Swartzenheimer was running for
Governor of California. How crazy is that? On that same TV program, I
saw an old lady thank Tony Abbott for being so kind!

 I keep thinking I'm on a planet named Splong, where everyone is
crazy.

JT> I've heard of "growing beyond your years", but it doesn't
JT> happen that quick. -- 

 It does happen quickly on Splong. One minute everything seems normal
with no sign of joins in the reality, and the next thing, Arnie is
Governor and Tony Abbott wins the Nobel Prize for kindness.

Regards,
Bob


  

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