>>  TRIP TO  WAL-MART

>> > > >

>> > > > You are in the middle of some kind of project

>>around the house.

>>   Mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting

>>the living room, or

>>  whatever.  You are hot and sweaty.  Covered in dirt

>>or paint.  You have

>>  your old work clothes on.  You know the outfit,

>>shorts with the hole in

>>  the crotch, old T-shirt with a stain from who knows

>>what, and an old

>>  pair of tennis shoes.

>> > > >

>> > > > Right in the middle of this great home

>>improvement project you

>>  realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something

>>to help complete the

>>  job.

>> > > >

>> > > > Depending on your age you might do the

>>following:

>> > > >

>> > > > In your 20's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower,

>>blow dry your

>>  hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean

>>clothes.  Check yourself in

>>  the mirror and flex.  Add a dab of your favorite

>>cologne because you

>>  never know, you just might meet some hot chick while

>>standing in the

>>  checkout lane.  You went to school with the pretty

>>girl running the

>>  register.

>> > > >

>> > > > In your 30's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and

>>shirt.  Change

>>  shoes.  You married the hot chick so no need for much

>>else. Wash your

>>  hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the

>>mirror.  Still got it.

>>   Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the

>>smell.  The cute girl

>>  running the register is the kid sister to someone you

>>went to school

>>  with.

>> > > >

>> > > > In your 40's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing.  Put a sweatshirt that

>>is long enough to

>>  cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts.  Put on

>>different shoes

>>  and a hat.  Wash your hands.  Your bottle of Brute

>>Cologne is almost

>>  empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip

>>to Wal-Mart.  Check

>>  yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than

>>flexing.  The spicy

>>  young thing running the register is your daughter's

>>age and you feel

>>  weird thinking she is spicy.

>> > > >

>> > > > In your 50's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing.  Put a hat on, wipe the

>>dirt off your

>>  hands onto your shirt.  Change shoes because you

>>don't want to get dirt

>>  in your new sports car.  Check yourself in the mirror

>>and you swear not

>>  to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look

>>fat.  The cutie

>>  running the register smiles when she sees you coming

>>and you think you

>>  still have it.  Then you remember the hat you have on

>>is from your

>>  buddy's bait shop and it says, "I Got Worms ."

>> > > >

>> > > > In your 60's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing.  No need for a hat

>>anymore.  Hose off

>>  the dog crap on your shoes.  The mirror was shattered

>>when you were in

>>  your 50's.  You hope you have underwear on so nothing

>>hangs out the hole

>>  in your pants.  The girl running the register may be

>>cute but you don't

>>  have your glasses on so you are not sure.

>> > > >

>> > > > In your 70's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing.  Wait to go to Wal-Mart

>>until they have

>>  your prescriptions ready too.  Don't even notice the

>>dog crap on your

>>  shoes.  The young thing at the register smiles at you

>>because you remind

>>  her of her grandfather.

>> > > >

>> > > > In your  80's:

>> > > >

>> > > > Stop what you are doing.  Start again.  Then

>>stop again.  Now you

>>  remember that you needed to go to Wal-Mart.  Go to

>>Wal-Mart and wander

>>  around trying to think what it is you are looking

>>for.  Fart out loud

>>  and you think someone called out your name.  The old

>>lady that greeted

>>  you at the front door went to school with you.

Crap!!!!! I'm in my 50's already.

LOL!!! ;D

Hey, what a great post!  I'm still in my early fifties!