I haven't seen him since he moved out of town six years ago.  We laughed about his white beard and the loss of weight.  He's starting to look like George Carlin.

Her blonde hair faded to gray then to silver.  "It's a beautiful color" for someone much older than us.  

The restaurant owner finally put the two of us together.  "Your brother came in the other day. I didn't realize that he was your brother until he mentioned you. I didn't realize that the old guy, er, I didn't know he was your brother until he said something."

When did she get fat ankles?

How did that one gain so much weight?

I never realized that he had so many wrinkles that they carved up his neck.

Trying to meet some new and younger people, I met up with a group of folks.  I introduced myself and said that I was unemployed.  A 30-year old woman asked "Are you retired?"  

"Retired?" I repeated.  "No, no, no, unemployed."  Harumph, I'd better meet up with another group.  This one has people that can't hear and obviously have vision problems to boot.