I used to live in Santa Barbara County. Comedian Jonathon Winters who was certifially batschitz crazy hung out at a Montecito (rich enclave, So SB County) gas station and pumped gas for fun, told jokes and most didn't know him from Adam. He dressed all in white with a Goober hat....

He once did a ten minute routine for my wife and kids when he recognized me at a sidewalk cafe. My kids asked me "who was that weird man, Pops?".....I just rolled eyes and thought...."Pops be old".....but I DID tip him a dime.....

I looked at this thread.

I go to yard/garage/estate sales for fun.

"How many times you go to the bathroom after 1 beer." Then comes the realization after all those years - you weren't buying your beer, you were merely renting it.

Cheers
JB

You have to have seen the movie "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World" to REALLY appreciate that.

To see what Johnathan did to that gas station...

He single-handedly demolished the entire station... nothing left standing... something pissed him off. Very, very funny.

For all I knew, he probably owned the place. It was a two pumper with a 1940s building and a small one lift repair shop. He didn't turn wrenches but he was there 3-4 days a week. Minus his self imposed trip to the loony/rest home for time outs.

I use terms like "clockwise" and "half past"... I also hold doors for strangers, say please and thank you... those sorts of oddities...

I was checking into a hotel and as usual they asked for the license plate number on my car... also as usual I had stick my head out of the office to see my licence plate... I chuckled to the lady behind the counter "we used to memorize our licence plates because you needed to write it on the receipt when you bought gas!"

She looked at me like I had three heads.

Went to a memorial service for a friend and then the after party... the youngins put their cell phone out on the coffee table to play music... sounded like sheet! When I used to have a party I had speakers the size of furniture and at least 100 watts RMS a channel!

When you look in the mirror and you see your father's face. For you young punks, I got the phrase from here:
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Can still quote all of my hometown relatives' land line telephone numbers...and still have a land line myself.

A surefire sign is that you need Viagra but can't remember why. :D

At least she paid for your food. Prolly felt sorry for you. I know I'm an old coot because I'm invisible to all hotties under the age of...of...50.

50?

OMG!

When you realize that the younger women that you associate with are in their 40's and 50's.

I say "yes sir" and "yes ma'am".

When you realize that the child you raised has had her 47th birthday...

Ha!
Went back on Match.com recently...used to click on the 45 - 55 yr. old women.
Now, it's the 60 - 70 yr. olds. They don't look so hot.
I don't either, for that matter. :eek:

When you have to be able to see someones mouth moving so you can understand what they're telling you.

Damn tinnitus :(

Huh?

When yer butt is so saggy no one notices when u wear Depends....

Especially in a crowds. :(

Seriously, I'm getting good at reading lips. I comes in handy at times.