I can’t remember their name. I can remember where they work, where their kids go to school, and that their wife was sick last year. But I can’t remember their name.
Yes, I’m getting older. But the truth is, I probably wouldn’t have remembered their name twenty years ago. I’ll go through the alphabet trying to get it, and sometimes it works. But, more than likely, tomorrow I’ll be riding along and the name will come to me, too late.
I suppose one of the few good things about getting older is that now I have an excuse for forgetting names, and I will use it. Add that to senior coffee at McDonald’s and now hitting from the senior tees in golf, and that’s about it. I suppose you might as well laugh about it and enjoy a funny story about getting older that I shared a few years ago:
A group of 15-year old guys discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they only had $6.00 between them and Jannie Johnson, that cute girl in Social Studies, lives on that street. They might see her, and they can ride their bikes there.
Ten years later, the group of 25-year-old guys discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the beer was cheap, they had free snacks, the band was good, there was no cover and there were lots of cute girls. Ten years later, at 35 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the booze was good, it was right near the gym and if they went late enough, there wouldn’t be too many whiny little kids.
Ten years later, at 45 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the martinis were big, and the waitresses were pretty and wore tight pants. Ten years later, at 55 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good and the fish is good for your cholesterol.
Ten years later, at 65 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the lighting was good and they have an early bird special. Ten years later, at 75 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food was not too spicy, and the restaurant was handicapped accessible.
Ten years later, at 85 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. It was agreed they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before. So, you might as well laugh about it, whatever your name is. Just give me time, it’ll come to me.