For the past couple years, I've slowly been noticing signs that I am getting older. For instance, I have no desire to "sleep in." In fact, if I sleep past 8, I have an overwhelming feeling that I've wasted the day. Or I really find it hard to hold back from yelling "slow down!" when a whipper snapper comes flying around the corner in his fast the furious prop car. But today, I ran across a really strange sign that maybe I'm not as young as I used to be. I had a hard time finishing a Big Gulp. And not even the ridiculously large one. The 32 ouncer. Now, I've never been a big big gulp guy, but young dudes should be able to pound one without flinching. I should have seen it coming though, because first of all it was a big gulp full of Coke Zero. The idea that a big gulp can consist of diet pop must have Mr. Gulp (the inventor of the big gulp. I assume it was named after him) rolling in his grave (I also assume he's dead, because...well, I don't know why. I just do). In the end, I finished it, because there's no way I was going to let the big gulp win, but I learned something about myself today - it's probably time I started avoiding things with the word big, super, or gargantuan in their names.
I know some of you guys are old. What was the breaking point?. Click comment and let me know when you knew you had officially turned the page towards geezerdom.
