A few years ago, I was walking through my old neighborhood when I saw a parked car that looked familiar to me. I walked over and realized that it was an old Datsun, nothing special but a type of car that my family had when I was young.
Feeling a bit nostalgic, I walked around the car and there I saw it: the license plate. Specifically, the license plate designating it "a classic car".
It was a kick in the nuts. Not only had I just turned 30 but suddenly things from my youth were considered antiques.
That was rough. Want to know what's worse? Finding out that my language is turning obsolete as well.
Anyone know where I can get a good deal on a walker?
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