When I placed my purchase on the counter at the video store, the pubescent clerk asked, "Picking up a gift?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Figured so. Didn't make you for a Schwarzenegger fan," he grinned.
Now, if I had said, "I've been watching Arnold movies since before you were born," would I have proved his point or mine?
If you want me, I'll be on the porch, in my rocking chair, clutching an ear trumpet, yelling "WHAT!" at passers by.