A conversation between my sister and I yesterday as we tackled the greenway after work. We'd just passed a taut, tanned young lady with a without an ounce of fat anywhere it wasn't supposed to be:
Amy: Man, I wish I looked like that.
Me: Yeah. But, she's probably 20.
Amy: Oh, my God. Listen to us. We are so old.
Me: Next thing you know we'll be buying our clothes at Cracker Barrel.