As I mentioned, I turned 50 several weeks ago. The good news is I have a friend who just turned 60.
Relative to him, I’m a young man (Of which I will keep reminding him until that sad day when, unexpectedly, he knocks out my front teeth with his walker).
My point is, when it comes to age, what seems relative can quickly change.
Yesterday, for example, I was eating at a fast-food place when I noticed a pair of college-aged girls taking glances at me from another table. This has happened before, which is why I instinctively went through a series of mental checkpoints drawn from previous experience:
1) Is there condiment blowback in my hair, on my chin or around my nostril(s)?
2) What am I wearing today, and is there any part I forgot to snap closed, zip up or buckle down?
3) Did I unknowingly allow any part of my body’s internal gastro process to be heard externally?
4) Am I slouching, hunched or otherwise postured in a manner that makes it appear I’m protecting my $3.99 Value Meal, possibly to the death?
5) Is there someone much younger and better-looking sitting directly behind me?
After determining none of these factors was responsible for the attention I was getting from the two co-eds, I continued my meal feeling like I was back in my late 20s, back when metabolism kept things like a small order of fries and an 8-ounce shake from turning into an extra chin roughly the size of a cow udder; back when “harmless flirtation” meant something other than spending an hour on roller skates without breaking a hip.
As I sat there eating, the two co-eds got up from their table and approached me, smiling nervously.
This was something I hadn’t anticipated.
I know this because my throat, which had been in mid-swallow, suddenly forgot where my esophagus was. I took a sip of soda thinking it would jump-start the swallowing process. Instead, the soda backed up in my throat before exiting through my nasal cavity — which, thankfully, was too small to accommodate my all-beef patty. Catching a glance at my reflection in the napkin dispenser, I saw what looked like a giant carp hacking up a fistful of Powerbait onto a plastic tray. Relatively speaking, I felt 15 again, back when nerves routinely seized my stomach into a walnut whenever I was around Sarah Getlost.
“Excuse me, are you OK?”
I looked up to see both girls standing at my table.
“Yes,” I wheezed, then patted my chest. “Something went down the wrong pipe. I think it might have been my esophagus.”
After some nervous laughter, one of the girls said, “I’m sure you saw us looking at you. We didn’t want you to think we were stalkers or something.”
I nodded and took a sip of soda, trying to act cool; praying it wouldn’t come out my nose.
“It’s just that, from over there, you looked exactly like my Dad,” she explained, “and I’m not supposed to be here. If he knew I skipped classes today for a concert he’d kill me.”
And just like that, I was 50 again, racing to catch up with my friend and his walker.
As they started to leave, her friend turned back to me and said, “Just so you know, I told her you looked too young to be her Dad.”
In that moment, I was reminded that age is more about what’s in your heart than on a calendar. And though that value meal may have something to say about what’s in my heart, keeping a youthful sense of wonderment about life says something a lot more important.
Well, relatively speaking, anyway.
Ned Hickson is a nationally syndicated humor columnist with News Media Corporation and the editor of Siuslaw News. He is also the author of Humor at the Speed of Life, a collection of more than a decade of humor columns; and Pearls of Writing Wisdom: From 16 shucking years as a columnist, a writer’s survival guide. Both are available from Port Hole Publishing.
23 thoughts on “Age is relative, especially for an all-beef patty”
Ned, you are still in your teens as far as my age is concerned. You have at least 40 more years to keep on laughing.
Whew! That’s a relief! 😉
It is a relative term… there are some days I feel every minute of my 53 years and other days, I would swear I was only 30. You know that question “how old do you think you would be if you didn’t know how old you are?” I think I would be around 30 unless it is 7:00am and I haven’t had enough sleep, then I would say 65! LOL! and for the record, you do NOT look 50! 😉
Lol! Most days, I just feel like eating bacon… 😉
Anbd thanks, Courtney.
You had a moment ! There will be many more to come…be grateful for a sense of humor. ☺
If I stop having moments, I’ll start worrying…
I like to refer to myself as ‘ripe’. It fits in so many ways.
I’d rather not count the ways…
True. At our age, counting can be confusing.
Sometimes I get confused just dialing the number to Pizza Hut…
Hilarious post Ned, with a powerful truth.
Thank you, Robert! And by powerful truth you me about me getting older…? 😉
Cheers my friend!
No — It was something else…but I forgot…
Oh here it is!
” I was reminded that age is more about what’s in your heart than on a calendar. And though that value meal may have something to say about what’s in my heart, keeping a youthful sense of wonderment about life says something a lot more important.”
Thanks, Robert. I truly believe that.
I know…that’s why it stands out…:)
Lol, I could just picture you squirming and leaking your food. I thought they were staring because a) they thought you were famous, b) they found you very attractive. No doubt the ‘you look like my dad’ comment brought you back to reality, lol. 🙂
I think getting older is just God’s way of keeping us from getting cocky…
Well, some college students are still teenagers. Being younger than her dad might put you down into, say, your mid-40s, so I think you still finished ahead.
HaHaHaHa! I like your thinking!
Hilarious! These days I garner male attention primarily by tripping.
I THOUGHT that was you! 😉
Why are co-eds always girls? Isn’t the idea that they’re “co-ed” mean they could be either sex? Should I start a Twitter sensitivity campaign?
I noticed the same thing. But as long as they’re not “co-neds” I’m not going to complain…