I know I am getting older (as opposed to old, which sounds like a final destination, and is more a state of mind than being). I don’t even mind the gray hairs that are becoming more and more common as the black ones in my goatee.
What I do mind is denim jeans with elastic in the waistband. For some reason, that feels “old” to me. Elastic in a pair of sweatpants, I get. But jeans? It’s almost sacrilege.
If your jeans don’t fit, then get a belt. And by ‘belt’ I don’t mean those undependable cloth ones, that eventually come to act like a car tire that cat gain any traction, but a real leather belt.
But elastic? I’d rather not wear them at all.
Then again, they are comfortable. And they were a gift, so maybe I’ll give them a chance.
I just won’t tell anyone about the band.