When I was a teenager, my dad definitely did things that did not seem very cool to me. It’s interesting that the black socks he wore with his tennis shoes and shorts were humiliating at the time. Today, add a Nike Swoosh on the side, and what embarrassed me at 16, is exactly what a studly 16-year-old of today has on.
And what’s up with the handkerchief? You keep it in your back pocket, blow an inordinate amount of snot into it and then, and then, you stick it BACK INTO YOUR POCKET! YUCK!
Mmm. Going to a bathroom to find a tissue is a lot of work. I think I’ll just grab a small towel and put it in my pocket and fill it full of boogers to my heart’s content. What a great time saver!
Who does that (besides my dad)?
I’m not sure at what age he simply didn’t care anymore. At some point, comfort became more important than style. The black tennis shoes he wears today for almost any occasion is proof of that. So help me, I will limp with excruciating pain before I wear a support shoe in public.
But at 77, he just doesn’t give a crap. He ain’t working to impress anyone.
As I headed out to the beach for my daily jog this morning, I grabbed a set of headphones to plug into my iPhone. I’ve tried EVERYTHING to keep these doohickies in my ears while moving. I’ve clipped them to my shirt sleeve, run the cord down to my waist, shoved the ear bud into my cerebrum. And yet, before Beyonce can belt out the first chorus, either left or right ear has shed the device, and I’m more focused on auditory function than physical fitness.
So today, as I pulled up my black socks and laced up my New Balance, I glanced at the counter and ta-da… I found the answer: Duct tape!
I snagged a couple of small pieces and had Stephanie help me secure.
Doobie Brothers? No problem.
Earth Wind and Fire? All good.
Were my kids embarrassed? I’d say so.
Did I care? Not the least.
And not only did the tape hold the headphones into place, when I ripped it off, it was like a good waxing of the hairs growing all over my 50-year-old ears. Two for the price of one!
There is some joy in growing old.