Yesterday, the Jr. Salesmen, age 18-19, who was processing my return at Best Buy asked me if I had any plans for the evening.
I said, no, why? He replied, “It’s Friday!” Nope, I said, what about your plans? “I’m going to a concert with my friends,” he said.
Who you are going to see? I asked.
He paused, smiled and said, “I don’t think you know who they are.” Realizing what he meant, I said, “You mean I wouldn’t know who they are because I’m too OLD?” We both laughed.
I ripped the return receipt from his hand, and declared, “Forget it, I don’t want to know.”
He was, of course, correct.