Knee Deep in AARP

Being a middle-aged GWM in a building full of 20-somethings certainly does provide for interesting blog-fodder (some of it NSFM: Not Safe for Mom). Often during lulls in activity I find myself briefly getting my groove on with T, trading barbs with K, or sharing memories of Manhattan with L.
Sometimes though -- and here I cringe somewhat -- I'm called upon to provide educational advice. I cringe not because I hesitate (ever) to share my thoughts or opinions on certain matters, but because often the request highlights just how much OLDER I am than my contemporaries.
An innocent example: advising C that she might want to avoid unloading the over-weighted rolling cart from the bottom first, as that would in all likelihood exacerbate its top-heaviness and compel it to fall over on her.
A more delicate example: defining "spooks" for D.
D is quite the movie buff (as am I) and most of our conversation revolves around "What looks good to you this weekend?" and "What did you see this weekend?"
He's a nice kid and I like him.
We'd both just seen Burn After Reading, the new Coen Brothers film in which somebody uses the word "spooks".
Recognizing BAR as a movie about spies -- and being OLD -- I got the reference immediately: spooks=spies. Although I have to admit that even while watching the movie I thought it was an interesting word choice due its other, somewhat dated, definition.
Trying to break this down for a young man of African descent -- in the workplace no less -- proved challenging: Do I bring up the alternate definition? or KISS (Keep it Simple, Stupid).
Given my limited interaction with D, I chose the latter. Had I known him better, or even if we'd been outside the workplace, I may have gone into it further.
But I often feel like my level of social acceptance at work is tenuous. I really am like a unicorn in this place -- the only other Caucasian males in the place are both management-- significantly younger -- and (ostensibly) straight. I've not bonded with any of my co-workers, nor do I plan on it. While the company has been good to me, and I genuinely like most of the people I work with, I'm WAY overqualified and not earning nearly enough to support myself in a style to which I hope someday to become accustomed.
So the job search continues.
And as soon as something better (and palatable) comes up, I'll jump.
Until then, I'll continue by role as the Nutty Professor (the original).