So last night I stopped at a gas station to get, well, gas, while I was doing my paper route. I had a complaint from a customer, stating they did not receive their paper yesterday. Me being, well, me, I carry around with me (in my car that is) a small portable typewriter. I don't have good penmanship AT ALL, so when I need to leave a customer a note on a manner I type one up and put it with their paper. Anyway,so I'm sitting there pumping gas while typing on my typewriter listening to my MP3 player, which is hooked up to play through my car speakers. Suddenly some good ol' Benny Goodman comes on. Oh yea, I"m happy, so I turn it up some.
I then hear the click of the gas nozzle finishing fillin' up Simmons (my Blazer to who don't know the story) and stepped out to put it back. From inside the gas station a ninty-ish year old man walks- no- waddles out and heads for his car in front of mine. Well he hears the music, so waddles over to me curiously. By that time I'm back inside my vehicle and finishing my little note to my customer about her missing paper. He knocks on my window, surprising me, but I roll it down anyway and ask if there is a problem.
He looks at my typewriter, then me, then raises his eye brow.
"Kid, you're listening to music from over fifty years ago. I now see you're typing on a typewriter. For gods sake get with the times."
He then walks away. Half way to his car he draws out his smart phone and texts someone.
I'm left speechless...
I just technically got called "old" by someone nearly four times older than me...
What is this world coming to? Gosh dern old people and their modern fancy elecomontronics... wait, something about that sounds backwards.