Bob Peale
angeli ribelli
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- Sep 4, 1999
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On my way into the cleaners this morning, it hit me: I'm a grownup. Not an adult; I'll never be that. But I've turned into one of those people I used to watch when I was a 10 and think was so old.
How do I know? Well...
I now have more business cards than telephone numbers in my wallet.
I have NO condoms in my wallet.
I don't know any professional sports team's stats, but I can recite the tax code backwards.
NPR is preprogrammed on my car radio.
"Business Casual" means a dress shirt other than white.
I have 4, count 'em 4, pair of wing tips.
I find myself saying things like, "No, I'll pass on dessert. We're having cake tonight."
I look at a jiggling girl and think, "She really ought to get a better bra; that's gotta hurt."
I look at a suntanned muscular guy and think, "You know, he really ought to wear better sunscreen."
I don't care what beer is on sale.
The postman calls me "Mr."
My 50 year old neighbors don't.
How do I know? Well...
I now have more business cards than telephone numbers in my wallet.
I have NO condoms in my wallet.
I don't know any professional sports team's stats, but I can recite the tax code backwards.
NPR is preprogrammed on my car radio.
"Business Casual" means a dress shirt other than white.
I have 4, count 'em 4, pair of wing tips.
I find myself saying things like, "No, I'll pass on dessert. We're having cake tonight."
I look at a jiggling girl and think, "She really ought to get a better bra; that's gotta hurt."
I look at a suntanned muscular guy and think, "You know, he really ought to wear better sunscreen."
I don't care what beer is on sale.
The postman calls me "Mr."
My 50 year old neighbors don't.