This is from me, and NOT some reprinted material. - OlderMusicGeek“What year is it?”
I look at the young man who walked up to me in the convenience store parking lot.
I almost haltingly come out and say 2010. But then I think he couldn't mean that, could he?
I look at the guy. He doesn't look like a crazed maniac who thinks he's in a Terminator movie.
So I think about it some more.
Is he mocking me? Do I look like I'm stuck in the past. Admittedly, I have long hair, but my outfit is hardly that of a hippie.
I look at the young man again. And that is when I realized that he is looking at the car!
“Oh! It's 1999!”
Funny enough, when I told my ex-wife this story, she said, “Imagine if you had told him 2010.”
“2010! No way!”
“Uh, yeah, sorry it is! We got a black president and everything!”
“What's Obama got to do with anything? It's definitely the late '90's!”
“I'm sorry, but you're over ten years late. I know what year it is!”
“I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think you do!”
And then I can imagine him walking away grumbling about the guy who thinks his old car is brand new.
I read and watch too much science fiction!
