I once knew a guy who joked about being older than dirt. According to him, he joked that when he was a kid, they had to grind up rocks to make dirt to play with, lol.
Of course not. He was part of my Fleet on Star Trek Online and I'd spoken to him on Teamspeak. I have never spoken to you in audio, so it is DEFINITELY not you that is that old.
I'm so old I remember when Turkey was just a chick
I'm so old I remember when Greece wasn't even oily
I'm so old I remember when China was just a paper plate
I'm so old I remember you could buy cigarettes at age 16.
I'm so old I remember there being smoking and non smoking sections inside of a restaurant.
I'm so old I remember when the most controversial thing about Michael Jackson was his plastic surgery.
I'm so old I remember recording songs off of the radio instead of buying them as 'cd singles'.
My High School had a smoking section for students out by shop class where they stored all the dummies like me...And the teachers would light up in the faculty lounge!
Wow. A bonafide smoking section? At my high school the smokers hung out on a nearby street corner because smoking on school grounds was banned. I have no idea what the teachers did. Maybe they just toughed it out for the day. I don't recall ever seeing a teacher hanging out with the smoking students.
I imagine there were a few of those in my school, too. I wonder if she drank during the day or it was there so she could have a drink at the end of the day. I wouldn't have a problem with the latter as long as it's only one, since I'm assuming she has to drive home afterwards. Any more than that - that's asking for trouble.
The Science lady kept a thermos of Vodka and OJ in her drawer...she also told bawdy jokes about sex and masturbation...she was kind of a legend to us kids LOL!
In the late 1970s I was living in Brooklyn and the owner of the neighborhood deli had a concentration camp tattoo on his forearm. It was quite startling and chilling to see it in person.
Growing up I had a neighborhood old man friend named Ralph who was a camp survivor ( this was back in the late 70s )
He'd let us kids borrow his tools and while he could sometimes be grumpy he always liked us boys blustering into his garage to ask for a loaner...he had the number tattoo on his arm and I asked him about it once...my dad had to take me aside and explain some very lousy things to me and he gave me a lecture on manners and minding my own business!
Very randomly and oddly enough Ralph's next door neighbor bought a German Shepherd dog and named it Hitler...we were very tight with both families so we never made mention of this...it was a bit of a neighborhood scandal
Jesus, who would name their family pet Hitler?? Worse if your neighbour is a concentration camp survivor who'd constantly be hearing you call its name 😬
It would be a natural thing for a kid to ask about that tattoo. I've never seen one. Could have known people who had them and they covered them up with clothing.
Ralph was a bit grumpy but he always liked us kids running up his driveway to bum a tool or whatever...The neighbor family was a bit of a crazy bunch though they were quite nice too...I think it was just a lack of mutual understanding...
And yep, Hitler is probably not the greatest name for your big scary dog when you live next door to a guy that was imprisoned by Nazis