Have you ever been in Asda and had a pensioner in front of you who is paying for their weekly shop by cash, one who spends ten minutes with fingers dipping into their purse extracting penny pieces?
Last night I was in a queue in our local Co-op store, gratefull that most of the people in front of me were using their contactless cards to pay. When my turn came, as my purchase was only seventy-pence I decided to pay with cash, pulled a handful of coins from my deep coat pocket. When I opened my palm to count our the amount, to my utter horror the young girl behind the counter — who must have been about twenty — reached across and began to take coins from my palm until she had her seventy pence worth. I was too shocked to say anything.
She did not look at me, smile or say thank you, handed me my receipt and turned to the next customer. It was a sobering experience; nothing like it had happened to me before. I don't even think of myself as looking old. I'm fit, kayak from time to time, go to the gym regularly.
Then I remembered myself as a twenty-year-old, how even people in their mid-forties looked ancient. I left school at sixteen, and my first job was a chef apprenticeship in a posh hotel. My mentor was a guy in his mid-thirties. To my young self back then, he was already an old man!
When we were about twenty, my wife and I advertised in a contact mag for a girl for a threesome. Among the replies we received was one from a thirty year old woman. We both thought her much too old for us. We must have been mad; she was gorgeous. There was such a generational divide back then, one that I think no longer exists to such profound degree.
We never did have that threesome.
Anyhow, the girl in the Co-op reminded me of the Harry & Paul sketch I've linked to below. I love the two girls in it — especially the dark-haired one. The perfect pair for a threesome