P-YOUth?

Hardly.

Victor, confused here.  "P-YOUth?"  Thanks, and sorry.  It was intended to be read "P-U, youth?

And, the answer is no.  At least from these stinky shoes - we're in good hands for tomorrow.  I don't know the difference between a dangling participle, a well formed or correctly placed participle - which, has nothing to do with the price of Tea in Tariff'ed China - but, the intent was, Sgt. Shultz "I know nothing" about year/age of Gen X, Millennials, Gen Z, Gen A, yada.

This much I know, and sure, you may have had different experiences - young folks treat myself and my buddies, wonderfully.  They enjoy conversing.  They LISTEN. They tease.  They respect.

We........ old... cranky... imbalanced... "stay off my lawn"..  GD (gosh darn) Government.  "Say, did you know my (hip, knee, shoulder, feet, tummy, bladder, arthritis, vision, hearing, BP, mobility, ABILITY and any other 'ity') ain't what they usedta be."  Victor, why list all those when you coulda simply said "Old grey mare"?  Ahm, stay off my {blog) lawn, wouldya?

I'll be Frank... or, Ralph, or Willie, Nilly, Dilly Dilly.  No, that ain't it. I'll be frank - I'm not so sure WE were as nice to older folks back-in-the-day (but I hope so)... and I know I, for one, looked at older folks as different, not the same.  Whereas, I find, today, younger folks see us a the same, just different.  Kudos young folks.... bailiff, whack the PP of us old turds.

It's the day and age of.................. EV

Some differences...  EV is basically silent.  To me, it's weird being nexta one at a stoplight.  There ain't no noise when they take off.

We, as Babs has pointed out, people who need people - are, in a way, EV's ourselves.  Of course I enjoy hanging out with folks who also remember getting under desks in grade school, the day, the music died, Kennedy too.. old like me, so to speak.

BUT TOO......... Much like cars of today, when your EV is low on juice, or, you're 70-something damn self needs invi(c)goration - HOOKUP with young folks that are in the crowd, all around.

I worried, I truly did, that when I got older - scorn would happen from youngsters, and, ya really couldn't blame 'em, "move over OG, hit the road Jack, don't ya come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'."

Thankfully, we plug in and are rejuvenated by youth.

We old folks, seemingly always have a beef about something, someone, 46, 47, CNN, FOX, Dominique nique nigue I will follow..(No, that one ain't it.)   Mebbe one's beef is "press 1 for English"... "I don't get paid by WalMart, whyinthehell should I checkout my own goods, and.. screw you, I KNOW my zipper is down!"  WE. GRIPE. LOTS. (Just listen to us, old folks.. it ain't crickets.)

When a young person has a beef or an objection - we listen, cause they ain't playing chicken little like us overcooked chickies.

Victor, you're weird.  Did you write this..... ahm, under the influence?

Ahm, no, and yes.  It's 4:41 in morning, of course I ain't had a beer...

But......... this blog came to mind when I did.  It was Father's Day.  We had a huge sale at the golf course where I work.  It was 8 hours of non-stop this, that, this again, that too, again and again and again. We had over 120 golfers by early afternoon, a line for new memberships, ie, twas crazy. My EV body didn't move silently after. Remember, we OG's make pirate noises, it's what we do.  BUT......... my EV needed a charge.

So, YES, I did go have a beer.  Actually 2. (And Victor, is this like when you go to the doctor and they ask about cigs and you say "pack a day" when it's really 2?)  Damnit Jim, guilty, 3.  I was extra tired. We'd temporarily run outta golf carts, the printer where we made sticky things to attach to new members cards stopped working... the day was hair pulling, and yes, I'm hella glad I still have hair.

So........ guilty. I had three beers. Rare is the day I do that, but I did.  The barkeeps had never met me before, which, is fancy for "Here's your Miller Lite Vic (before I sat down, ordered) Happy Father's Day!"....

OK, cry cry wah wah... you know I lost my son in March.  I gotta admit the day had a couple of rough, emotional moments.  A crew of four youthful servers knew that, sensed that.

"Time to go, here's my money."

"Vic, Happy Father's Day, you don't have a tab." They pooled their tips to pay for my 3 beer tab.

OK, I kinda lost it, I admit.  Not proud or certainly not braggadocios that I did, BUT, if ya don't FEEL, the hell is it even worth being here?

One by one they stepped around the bar, came, hugged.

I friggin love young people. 

And, you.

This is just the most recent of a long, long history of young people being nice to me. I'm talking ever since I got old. I think I knew I was old the day I went into McDonalds and ordered a black coffee and the gal said "One Senior coffee coming up."  I thought about spilling some on my pants, suing them, didn't. Ha!

Love, Victurd