Recently I was asked to join a committee. I'm a member of an organization that promotes lifelong learning -- a purpose I can enthusiastically endorse. But as much as I support the program I had to turn down the offer -- not due to lack of time or interest but because of the committee name.
Honestly -- would you join the Strategic Advisory Group or SAG? SAG!? No organization that caters to people over 50 should use such a loaded acronym. It borders on the unkind.
I am the poster child for sag. Gravity and I are no longer on speaking terms -- not after what it's done to my chest. The "girls" were never really perky but at least they stood at attention. Today they give new meaning to "at ease". My bra is working overtime. There's enough underwire to set off airport security. You could irrigate a cotton field through the shoulder strap gullies.
In college I laughed at a cartoon that showed an elderly gentleman trying to feel up his wife. The caption read something like "they're not up there any more, Harry." Then I thought it was hilarious. Now I see it as prophetic.
SAG? No thanks. I've got that covered. Perhaps there's a spot on the marketing committee instead.
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