Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Where's My Walker? Enh? Speak Up, I Can't Hear You, The Batteries in My Hearing Aid Are Dead!

So, I've started working at a health food store, right? And I find myself surrounded on all sides by really, really fun, nice, sweet people...who all happen to be, on average, twelve years younger than me.
I am, officially, The Old Person.
*sigh*
It was made ever more readily apparent last night when one of the Courtesy Clerks (read: baggers) said something in a way that sounded very much like Dustin Hoffman in "Rainman". So I, being my witty self, said, "HA! You just sounded like Rainman!" *chuckle, chuckle*
He looked confused.
I thought I might have offended him, so I said, "No, I'm just kidding. You didn't really sound like Rainman." (At this point I'm worried that he might have an autistic brother or something.)
He said...
...wait, let me gather my emotions here for a second...
He said, "Who's Rainman?"
*jaw drops to the floor*
He's 17 years old. He's never heard of Rainman.
I asked another Courtesy Clerk (who is also 17, I might add) and she had heard of Rainman, but had never actually seen the movie.
*sigh*
OK, I'm going to go and take my prune juice to keep me regular and get in a nap before I have to go back to work. These here young'uns shore keep me on my toes.

1 comment:

Flea said...

But you're already so YOUNG! Hey, and Chris has never seen Rainman. Don't feel old.

Last month, at my cousin's wedding, I thought my college age cousin's boyfriend looked like Matthew Broderick. My cousin gave me a blank look, as did he. I listed all the movies I could think of before I got to Inspector Gadget. That barely rang a bell for him. Ferris Bueller he'd vaguely heard of. Just how old ARE we?!?