Further proof that my generation best get out of the way...
Danny Alexander writes:
So, I'm at the neighborhood grocery store where two 14-year-old (at most) boys are scanning and sacking my groceries.
The checker looks East Indian and he seems to be giving a hard time to the overweight white boy sacking, but they find something they can agree on.
The checker says, "I like your shirt," referring to my Marvin Gaye tee.
The sacker says, "Marvin Gaye, he's my boy!"
The checker says, "I like his version of "Heard It Through the Grapevine" a lot better than Gladys Knight's."
I'm thinking "you and a lot of other people," in a good way, you know, but then I just look at these two kids. The reason I know they're 14 is cause they look like they're 12, and I just say, "you know your stuff."
They grin.
So, I'm at the neighborhood grocery store where two 14-year-old (at most) boys are scanning and sacking my groceries.
The checker looks East Indian and he seems to be giving a hard time to the overweight white boy sacking, but they find something they can agree on.
The checker says, "I like your shirt," referring to my Marvin Gaye tee.
The sacker says, "Marvin Gaye, he's my boy!"
The checker says, "I like his version of "Heard It Through the Grapevine" a lot better than Gladys Knight's."
I'm thinking "you and a lot of other people," in a good way, you know, but then I just look at these two kids. The reason I know they're 14 is cause they look like they're 12, and I just say, "you know your stuff."
They grin.
posted by Eric Schumacher-Rasmussen at 5:04 PM
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