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Don't Mess With Elders...

This past weekend was one of those days or, rather, two of them: if you had been here, it would have looked like a lot was going on, but nothing was accomplished, least of all a post for Monday morning. Any movement around here was all kerfuffle and no substance.

The one useful thing I did do was appear by telephone on a Sunday afternoon radio program that is broadcast live in Houston and Dallas, Texas. Hosted by my friend Rick Gillis, proprietor of The Really Useful Job Company (book available here) and Pam Kelly, Employment Radio may be the first-ever show covering all you need to know about jobs and searching for them.

Rick and Pam interviewed me about getting old, about this blog, about age discrimination in the workplace and particularly about The Jessie Project, a little experiment I made a few years ago to test whether my difficulty in finding a job was due, in any part, to age discrimination. You can read about it here, or you could listen to a podcast of Rick's radio show except that as of early Monday morning, he hasn't posted it online yet. I'll update with a link when it's available.

Like I said, the weekend was not otherwise productive and I have an early morning appointment today, so I have no real post for you. Instead, here is something I stole from Marian Van Eyk McCain’s The Elderwoman Newsletter, December 2006 edition, because it made me laugh out loud. It’s titled “Senior Breakfast.”

We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the "seniors' special" was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $1.99.

"Sounds good," my wife said. "But I don't want the eggs."

"Then I'll have to charge you two dollars and forty-nine cents because you're ordering a la carte," the waitress warned her.

"You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?" my wife asked incredulously.


"I'll take the special."

"How do you want your eggs?"

"Raw and in the shell," my wife replied.

She took the two eggs home.



love the story. Looking forward to listening to that podcast.

Wonderful. I'll have to remember that about the eggs going home with me.

Will watch here for your link to the podcast.

Never heard of the radio program, but now I will see when it airs in Dallas. Thanks!

There are very few things that make me laugh out loud, but that story did.

A very self-important college freshman attending a recent football game took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him
why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation.

"You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one," the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. "The
young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon; our spaceships have visited Mars. We have nuclear
energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed
processing and...," pausing to take another drink of beer.
The senior citizen took advantage of the break in the student's
litany and said, "You're right, son. We didn't have those things when we were we invented them. Now, you arrogant little twit, what are you doing for the next generation?"

Susanne--Wow! Love it!

Before I was even really old (43 or 44), co-workers and I had lunch at an NCO club on an Air Force Base. I asked for tomato juice, as my beverage. "We don't serve tomato juice." So I asked, "Do you serve red beer?" They allowed as how they did. "Then, I want a red beer--and hold the beer." It worked out rather well.

That's a fabulous story, Susanne. May we assume the "senior citizen" is you? Congratulations and well done!

What a timely post for me, Ronni! I'm going on a job interview this morning! The interesting thing is that as I did my research, I discovered that the CEO is retired
as CEO from a major oil and gas company here. I'll be interested to see how they treat me. Everybody keep good thoughts -- this looks like a good one but the realist in me tells me that they want young and pretty like everyone else. There might be a blog on this.

Ronnie -- no, it wasn't me, although I WISH I could take credit. It was a story sent by an uncle. Would love to meet this guy though.

Cop Car - liked your story.

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