I'm
oofing at 42 having spent my knees on too dang many jumps out of a perfectly good airplane and another ten on the decks of ocean-going tugs before I hit 32. Then there's the fact that my (repeat-
my) comfy leather chair in the living room is a bit low. My car is also a bit low to the ground, and I park uphill.
I still happen to be a darn good-looking fella, if I do say so myself. (My wife of 18 years agrees... boy, have I got her fooled, or what?)
Well thanks for your service, young man!
As you age further, you'll realize that low chairs and low cars are good. Low chairs have allowed me to slump to the floor and crawl to the nearest wall to haul myself up thereby dispensing with the crane.
:O)