Look out Chuck Yeager and the rest of you guys brandishing the right stuff. I too broke the sound barrier and I didn't even have a plane. While you were lauded and ticker taped for your achievement, I'd just as soon not anyone know about mine.
I grunted when I stood up this morning. Grunted like the Williams sisters at Wimbledon.
I have been getting up from chairs, benches, sofas and even the floor for years. I've mastered the process. No sound effects were required to get the body into a vertical position. So now that I'm all of 61 my joints come with a sound track?
Grunting shoves you over that audio threshold into seniordom. It's one of those benchmarks on my personal "you know you're getting old when..." list.
Perhaps it was just a one-off, as the Brits say. Here's hoping it won't happen again for another 20 years when my dotage kicks in.
For now I've pressed the mute button.
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