Orac's Respectful Insolence blog had an interesting post today.
He is not fifty years old just yet, though. I turned forty a while back, and what made me feel a bit old was something that I saw on late-night television. It was a ad for a pre-paid funeral plan asking me if I was born between the years 1923 and 1968.
Oh shit, that's me!
I am on the upper edge of their criteria, but I can finally qualify for a crappy life insurance policy. It does not have the same feeling as when I turned 21 and could drink.
What will my next milestone be? Turning fifty so that I can join the AARP? How old do I have to be to be eligible for a senior citizens' discount at Denny's? I can hardly wait.
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