You know you’re getting old when your friends all start having planned pregnancies. PGP.

Went with my pops to meet his coworkers at local dive, ended up shacking with his secretary. PGP.

Went on a date in my home town with a girl from high school. The bartender was my dad’s best friend and the only other couple there was my neighbors. PGP.

Trying to figure out the socially acceptable time to start drinking at the family Christmas party. PGP.

I share a computer with our intern. PGP.

The 40 plus dudes have absolutely no remorse about destroying a stall and then coming out and chatting you up like you didn’t hear what just happened in there. Friends noticed this where they work too. It’s a thing. PGP.

Exactly 1 person has to be physically in the office on Christmas Eve “in case of emergencies.” That person is me. PGP.

Blew a fuse with my space heater. PGP.

When someone gives you the stink-eye for using the bathroom not on “your” floor in the office building 100% owned by one company. PGP.

Ran into my ex at the grocery store while holding eggs and champagne. PGP.