It came on me fast, man. Outta nowhere. Like, one minute I’m spending quarters in the arcade at the mall, and the next minute I’m spending dollars on Metamucil at the pharmacy. I seem to spend a lot of time in the pharmacy lately. Because apparently I’m “at the age” when one does that.
That phrase gets tossed at me more often as the years go by. People are like, “You’re at the age when you should probably stop dying your hair outrageous colors like some teenager.” Or, “You’re at the age when bifocals are no longer a stigma. Really.” And, “You’re at the age when you should look at your lifetime of bad choices and at least try to do something good before your eminent demise, you witch.” But the worst one is, “You’re at the age when you should probably stop drinking whiskey with breakfast.”
