I find my entertainment where I can. Usually at the expense of others. Today’s episode comes from a training class full of people much younger than your humble correspondent. Most of whom graduated high school during the current presidential administration.
Somehow the discussion during a break turned to Senior Prom.
Teenage Goober: Man, we got a DVD of pictures of our prom.
Early Twenties Goober: That’s cool. Hey, Sarcastro! When was your Senior Prom?
Me: mumble, mumble eight track tapes mumble, mumble.
Early Twenties Goober: When was that?
Me: 1984.
Early Twenties Goober: Damn! I wasn’t even born until ‘85?
Me: What was your mom’s name?
November 15, 2007 at 5:54 am |
Hey McFly! Your blind spot made me spill my beer. Now who’s going to pay my dry-cleaning bill?
November 15, 2007 at 6:14 am |
I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you’ve got for me is “light” beer?
November 15, 2007 at 1:19 pm |
My awakening as to how ancient I appear to these whippersnappers was the day I went back to my old school, and one of my classmates was teaching Senior English to a class of students who were born the year we graduated.
I’m not sure, Sar, but I think she’s lost that loving feeling…
December 13, 2007 at 12:56 pm |
Ha! They didn’t still have 8-track tapes anymore in ‘84 – cassettes yes, Betamax yes, and CD’s had just arrived by ‘84… Class of ‘76
December 13, 2007 at 8:46 pm |
In our neck of the woods, 8-tracks were still available for $.99 at your local Turtles Records as late as ‘84.