"A Man's Age, as Determined by a Trip to Home Depot"

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"A Man's Age, as Determined by a Trip to Home Depot"

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house --.

Mowing the lawn, putting in a new fence, painting the living room or

whatever.

You are hot and sweaty, covered in dust, lawn clippings, dirt or paint.

You have your old work clothes on.

You know the outfit -- shorts with the hole in the crotch, old T-shirt

with a stain from who-knows-what and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize

you need to run to Home Depot to get something to help complete the job.

Depending on your age you might do the following: _

In your 20's:_

Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush

your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror

and flex.

Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just

might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. And you

went to school with the pretty girl running the register. _

In your 30's:_

Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes.

You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands

and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a

shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running

the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with. _

In your 40's:_

Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to

cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and

a hat. Wash your hands.

Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want to waste

any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and do

more sucking in than flexing.

The hot young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you

feel weird thinking she is spicy. _

In your 50's:_

Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat; wipe the dirt off your hands

onto your shirt.

Change shoes because you don't want to get dog crap in your new sports car.

Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that shirt

anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the register

smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then

you remember the hat you have on is from Bubba's Bait & Beer Bar and it

says, 'I Got Worms.' _

In your 60's:_

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog crap

off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's.

You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your

pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have

your glasses on so you are not sure._

In your 70's:_

Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until the drug store

has your prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog crap on

your shoes.

The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize your balls

are hanging out the hole in your crotch. _

In your 80's:_

Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you

remember you need to go to Home Depot. Go to Wal-Mart instead and wander

around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and

you think someone called out your name.

You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door._

In your 90's & beyond:_

What's a home deep hoe? Something for my garden?

Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this?

Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?

 
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In your 60's:_

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog crap

off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's.

You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your

pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have

your glasses on so you are not sure.

As a 'sixtygenarian' I can relate to this, as this is what I did today.

Needed some 8x1" screws to finish a project. Stopped what I was doing. Headed into the house. Checked my e-mail, checked out fjrforum.com, remembered I forgot to turn on the dishwasher, made a coffee. Sat wondering why I came into the house.

Al

 
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