Men's Ages as Determined by Home Depot

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house --
mowing the lawn, putting up a new fence, painting the living room, or
whatever. You are hot, sweaty, and covered in dirt or paint. You have
your old work clothes on: Shorts with a hole in the crotch, old
T-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home-improvement project you realize
you need to run to Home Depot to get something to complete the job.
Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20's:
Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair,
brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in
the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you
never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the
checkout lane. And you went to school with the pretty girl running the
register.

In your 30's:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change
shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your
hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add
a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl
running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school
with.

In your 40's:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to
cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes
and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty
so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check
yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy
young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel
weird thinking she is pretty.

In your 50's:
Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on; wipe the dirt off your hands
onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dog s**t
in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not
to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie
running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still
have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait &
Beer Bar and it says, "I Got Worms."

In your 60's:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog
s**t off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's.
You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your
pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have
your glasses on so you aren't sure.

In your 70's:
Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until the drug
store has your prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog s**t on
your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you
remind her of her grandfather.

In your 80's:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you
remember you needed to go to Home Depot. Go to Wal-Mart instead and
wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out
loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to school
with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.

In your 90's & beyond:
What's a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? Where am I? Who am
I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?


Thanks Penny