Sometime ago, I can’t remember if it was at a friend’s wedding or my 10 year high school re-union, but I was asked some vague question and my answer was something like this -

“Nah, kid. Can you imagine me . . pushing a fucking cart around Whole Foods on a Sunday afternoon? Nah, not yet . . .”

That pretty much summarizes the current state of affairs, which is not soo ncecessarily by choice.