You gotta remember that that "cute" girl on the checkout will be aging too, so she won't look so hot any more! :-)

>Another from my mom:
>
>
>Age by Wal Mart
>
>You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house mowing the
>lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are hot
>and sweaty, covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You
>know the outfit - shorts with the hole in 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 Wal-Mart to get
>something to help 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. 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 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 Wal-Mart. 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 s he is spicy.
>
>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 dirt 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 shit 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 you pants. The girl running the
>register may be cute, but you don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.
>
>In your 70's:
>
>Stop what you are doing. Wai t to go to Wal-Mart until they have your
>prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog poop 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 Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart 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.