The Curse of the Pimple People

Just because I now have grey hair, my chest has slipped a little, and when I fly my plane I have to stop and think which is the lever that puts the wheels down, and which is the one that stops the engine... that's no reason for the recently hatched embryo with a backwards baseball cap and a tasteful assortment of pimples and nose rings to call me an "Old Man." Here's what I did about it.