I Am Old

I was in a meeting and was chastised for referring to myself as old.

The Young People at Work were discussing “coozies,” and I asked them to define the term. They cried, “Coozies! You know! Coozies!” with increasing animation. Then they actually defined coozies, and they were what I suspected them to be, I just wasn’t totally sure and I wanted confirmation before I started talking about beer and how a beer holder might not be an appropriate business gift.

Now that I have found the article above I realize I don’t know the correct spelling of Koozie. I also don’t really know what Neoprene is, to be honest.

I explained that in the ‘70s when I lived with my beer-drinking dad, there were no Coozies. “Grandma is old,” I said. That’s what caught me the grief.

While I am not literally a Grandma, I still stand by my statement, because I predate beer coozies.  I could have legally had a beer from the first beer coozie, that’s how old I am. Grandma is fine with that.