You Know You're Old...

You know you're old when  you go to write a check and when you get to the year you instinctively start it with "19--."

You know you're old when you still actually write checks.

Tonight we're going to party (and write checks) like it's 1999!!!

You know you're old if you remember wondering who shot J.R.

You know you're old if you remember when sales tax was three cents for every dollar.

You know you're old when you hear the word "thong" and the first thing you think of is footwear.

You know you're old if you still call an RV a "Winnebago."

You know you're old when it's 2018 and one of your career goals is to become a newspaper columnist.

You know you're old when more than one of the correspondents on 60 Minutes are younger than you.

You know you're old if you still watch 60 Minutes.

You know you're old if you've looked at a phone book at any point in the last five years.

You know you're old when you complain about these kids today and their music.

You know you're old when you consider the band Nirvana to be "new" music.

You know you're old when you still hold out hope that "reality television" is a fad that will soon go away.

You know you're old if you've ever sent away film from your camera and waited for the printed pictures to come to you in the mail.

You know you're old if you remember when stamps had a price on them other than "Forever."

You know you're old when you still call the sports stadium by its original name, not whatever they're wanting you to call it now. (As an example, in Salt Lake City it's the Delta Center, not the Vivint Smart Home Arena. And in Pocatello, Idaho it's the Mini-Dome, not Holt Arena.)

You know you're old when you remember when televisions had "knobs."

You know you're old when....you start a sentence but can't remember how you were going to finish it.