More signs of being old

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Last night, my wife and I took another ride out to The House of Ick to deliver groceries. We didn’t stay long, I refused to even sit on the cat hair covered chairs, then took off for home.
On the way home, we stopped for gas at a station in Holden. In my wife’s words “this station is a lot like the ones down south”. I agree, but couldn’t tell you quite why.
We pulled back onto Main Street, and heard a strange rattling on the roof of the car.
We looked at each other.
“Gas cap?” she asked.
“Gas cap,” I confirmed.
So, adding to the signs that at 45 I am over the hill is leaving the gas cap on the top of the car and driving away.
Sad.
But, not as sad as that time with my underwear.

(The fact I did the same thing with my briefcase when I was 22, putting that American Tourister ad to the test, is completely irrelevant.)

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