I simply can not wait until I am 85 years of age! Why, I will have so many adventures with hours of free time, as I will no longer be employed. Plus, I will have saved up a lot of money from my pension, which I will then spend at Tim Hortons.
As a seventeen-year-old today, I am always envious of the elders that I recognize at Tim Hortons every time that I am there. They know the cashiers behind the counter like they were family; it must be nice not having to repeat your order anymore.
Yes, that would be the life: going to Tim Hortons and seeing the same people eight days a week (which is not enough to show I care [about them]), spending money on the same food everday, having many adventures while burning all of that free time…
Then again, all that time at Tim Hortons would soon make my stomach festively plump, quickly dissolve the money in my bank account and become extremely boring.
Seeing the same people everyday for God-only-knows-how-long would soon become disinteresting. Before long, my elderly group of friends and I would run out of stories about our childhood and we would have nothing to talk about, other than the pain we will likely be experiencing from our poor health. Complaining is certainly no way to have fun. Plus, my 85 year old body will probably make sure I have little, or no adventures, other than my daily walk to Tim Hortons.
So on second thought, being seventeen is not so bad; I hope the age of 85 comes very, very slowly!
