Reminds me of a less techie but poignant experience of my own reminding me of the passage of time. I'm in line at the supermarket, and the guy in front of me (who I took to be optimistically five or so years younger than me) gets carded. I am buying booze as well, but rather than getting carded, I get asked whether I need any assistance to the parking lot.
The sad thing is, this happened almost 10 years ago. I've been asked a lot of times in between about that assistance. I tell myself it's because they're required to ask.
That is, right after I put my teeth back in and wipe the drool off my chin.
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Date: 2006-11-07 10:05 pm (UTC)The sad thing is, this happened almost 10 years ago. I've been asked a lot of times in between about that assistance. I tell myself it's because they're required to ask.
That is, right after I put my teeth back in and wipe the drool off my chin.