The FC posited last week that the QotD at some point should be “What year were you born?” Well, some people don’t particularly care to divulge that information, but there’s another way of determining your relative newness on this planet.
What words or phrases do you use that give away your age?
In my case, I still use such archaic terms as icebox and tin foil; I still dial a telephone; music is stored on a record and it is played back on a record player. (My father once referred to his new CD player as the “Victrola”). I still go to the store, not the supermarket. It’s not that I’m nostalgic or want to go back to the Fabulous Fifties; it’s just that the old programming stays with you. Even though I’ve lived in Florida for a total of eleven years, I still call the stuff you put in the car radiator anti-freeze… although after this week, it’s probably not far off. By the way, I was born in 1952.