When my son could outrun me
I’m in my 30s. Several years ago when smart phones first came out I was content with my flip phone, and it took me way too and embarrassingly long to understand what “there’s an app for that meant.” I’ve actually only upgraded to a smart phone about 4 years ago, way behind the pack.
When I find myself grunting and groaning just to bend over to tie my shoes.
Me and my friends are moving into a new flat together and we were so fucking happy when we got a kitchen set for 200€ with a fridge and a fucking DISHWASHER. (The dishwasher was the one we were happy the most about.)
I was teaching a class last week and told my audience that they may need to MacGyver a solution if they come upon a certain problem. No one knew what that meant.