I had that epiphany some years ago when I found out my doctor was younger than me.You know when you're old when the cops look younger than you do.
Not the actual truck. Mine had pretty good blue factory paint. 1 ton capacity and 17" split rim wheels. I remember the wipers - lol. I did love it. It was my sole transport for about 5 yrs. I worked as a carpenter and sold firewood on the side... in those days I needed both jobs to pay rent in some old drafty farmhouse.Is that the actual truck, or a similar model?
My family had an old Chevy with a similar design, but it was in much worse condition than your picture. I wouldn't exactly say that I loved it. It didn't have much power, and the wipers used some sort of vacuum technology. If I pushed the accelerator too far, the wipers would stop working.
I sometimes had to choose between seeing where I'm going and making it up a hill.
My doctor retired - now I have this younger woman assigned...makes discussing prostate issues uhm, interesting.I had that epiphany some years ago when I found out my doctor was younger than me.
You know you're old when she says it's OK as long as you don't overindulge and then you don't both to make that trip to the store.As my wife tells me, she expects me to look at the candy at the candy store, but she just doesn't want me buying any LOL
And probably no tasting of the free samples!As my wife tells me, she expects me to look at the candy at the candy store, but she just doesn't want me buying any LOL
Free samples ended in high school.And probably no tasting of the free samples!
Or when your son (the cop) tells you about the new young recruits they have hired.You know when you're old when the cops look younger than you do.
Anything "free" ends after getting married LOLFree samples ended in high school.
I haven't really had anybody I called "my doctor" for quite some time.My doctor retired - now I have this younger woman assigned...makes discussing prostate issues uhm, interesting.