Yesterday in loading the truck and trailer we had to haul some big trees. Maybe 100 pounds each.
I had some guy helping me. Older.
I looked at him as he wheezed and hacked his way up the bed with another tree over his back of the 75 we loaded and he complained. Of course, I said nothing and grabbed another.
I said I'll bet it's tough to get old and not work like you used to. He commiserated.
Then I dropped by favorite bombshell. I said, I'm guessing I'm older than you are. He looked at me funny. I told him I'm 63. He was 53.
I particularly like it when I have college kids to work with. They have no stamina. Even if they work out, they only develop muscle but not endurance.
I would rather die than stop till I get to hear them say,
"you're killing us here man".
I know this is so much macho baloney. I know that. But I enjoy it. I just don't know how many more years I will get to do this.
3 comments:
Old tigers live to fight another day!
You're not getting older, you're getting......
.....nevermind, you're getting older.
Old guys rock.
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