I have become quite convinced that retirement causes a chemical reaction. Stimulated perhaps by the monthly receipt of the social security check, a bodily response occurs on the glandular level, resulting in the production of a certain pheromone.
Unlike the pheromones emitted to attract a mate, the substance in question triggers a very different kind of social response. This perfume seems to be saying “I no longer work. I have time. Just ask me.”
Please don’t misunderstand. I’m a staunch proponent of volunteerism. A firm believer in giving back. Free time should not just be about “me” time. That would be ungrateful. Wouldn’t it?