The old coot
test.
By Merlin
Lessler
Every once in
a while, some middle-aged guy will stop me, and ask, “What makes a person an
old coot?” I ask them a series of questions and then let them see if their
worst fears are coming true. Here are the questions I ask.
Is the gap
between the top of your shoe and the bottom of your pants two inches or
greater? (the bigger the gap the more of an old coot you are)
Do you insist
that underwear be white, socks too, no other color is clean?
Do your shoes
either slip-on or fasten with Velcro?
Does staying
up late mean you only doze off twice by bedtime at 11pm?
Do you wear a
fanny pack with the pack in front to the point where you don't use your pockets
anymore?
Do all your
conversations start with, “When I was a kid" -"When I was still
working" - "When my kids were young” - or the like?
Do you usually
find the things you lost: around your neck, pushed up on top of your head, in
your pocket or in your other hand?
Do you yell at
the newscasters on TV?
Does your belt
buckle ride just below your rib cage? (this may explain why your pant cuffs are
six inches above your shoes)
Is your dinner
hour 4pm?
Do you have to
sit down to put on your socks, shoes and pants?
Does everybody
under forty look 16 to you?
Are you the
first one to get there: for a party, to vote, for church service and every
other event with a start time?
Do you read
the obituaries every day?
Is the music
too loud? Everywhere!
Is the
President, your doctor, dentist, lawyer and every other symbol of authority
younger than you?
Are three or
more of your toenails thicker than the edge of a half-dollar and closer to gold
than pink? (And do you even know what a half-dollar looks like?)
Does sleeping
through the night mean you only had to get up once?
Do you leave
it that way and shrug, “Oh well,” when you discover you’ve put your sweater on
backwards?
Does it take
you a minute or longer to get into or out of your car?
If you answer
“Yes” to 6 or more, you are well on your way, 12 or more, well, what can I say,
welcome to the club.
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