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What is it with todays shoelaces? I can't keep a shoe tied to save my life. No wonder the old folks switch to slip ons.
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What is it with todays shoelaces? I can't keep a shoe tied to save my life. No wonder the old folks switch to slip ons.
What's that song Rainy Days and Mondays - "talking to myself and feeling old," that's me every day. Either it's the brain drain, or acid reflux, or too many things to mention. Since yesterday it's the left knee again. Has to lead going down stairs but, follow the right going up - or I get some dandy shooting pains. Sometimes it gets worse and won't bend - kinda hard doing stairs straight legged. But we learn and we compensate don't we?
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You could just tell them you wear them that way to get them off and on easier.....Grow old with grace and dignity I was always told. Hard to be dignified when you have spilled your shopping all over the supermarket floor because you didn't have hold of both handles of the bag. Hard to achieve grace when very well-meaning people try to 'help' you with things you don't need and just fluster you. Keep smiling your gratitude because their intentions are charitable. What gets to me is that when you reach a certain age, society seems to feel the need to shepherd you as one would a child. 'Don't step back dear, there's a supermarket trolley behind you.' (Yes I know)
'Did you drop this dear?' (No) 'Is this a safe place to cross the road?' (Yes, a chap said this to me not long ago!) My very favourite (not!) 'Your shoe lace is undone'. The lace in question is 2 inches long. It doesn't even touch the ground when undone. There is no possible way I could step on it and trip. Someone always spots it though and I am forced to stop and retie it. One person even stood and waited, in case I ignored the advice I suppose. In case you're wondering, I'm 63, sound of wind and limb with all my own teeth and hair. Makes you dread getting to 70!