youth and october
Is it still PC to call it Indian summer? Well, whatever you call it, the season has finally arrived -- sunny blue skies, warm air. My favorite time of the year here. I wish I could go outside and bask in it.
Went to pick up some coffee a few minutes ago, and I paid with a fifty-dollar bill. The young women at the register joked with me about having to check it for authenticity, and I made a crack about being a hardened criminal. "Not likely, with one arm," said one of the employees. "Hey, it worked for the one-armed man," I replied. They looked at me blankly. "You know, like in The Fugitive." No response. So we moved on.
I'm not that old, am I? Okay, no reason for kids to know the TV series (which is even before my time), but at least they should have heard of the movie. The one-armed man is standard cultural knowledge, right? Right? Oh boy.
Not really related, but kind of. A student stopped me in the hall as I was on the way to the coffee shop (which shall go unnamed, but if you are reading this and you don't have one within a mile of you I'd be rather surprised) and asked after my arm. I mentioned tomorrow's appointment, and she commented that it seemed like everyone at the school is more concerned about getting the immobilizer off than I am. I thanked her for the thought, but I am truly amused. Given how eager I am to be done with it, I really don't think that's possible!
Went to pick up some coffee a few minutes ago, and I paid with a fifty-dollar bill. The young women at the register joked with me about having to check it for authenticity, and I made a crack about being a hardened criminal. "Not likely, with one arm," said one of the employees. "Hey, it worked for the one-armed man," I replied. They looked at me blankly. "You know, like in The Fugitive." No response. So we moved on.
I'm not that old, am I? Okay, no reason for kids to know the TV series (which is even before my time), but at least they should have heard of the movie. The one-armed man is standard cultural knowledge, right? Right? Oh boy.
Not really related, but kind of. A student stopped me in the hall as I was on the way to the coffee shop (which shall go unnamed, but if you are reading this and you don't have one within a mile of you I'd be rather surprised) and asked after my arm. I mentioned tomorrow's appointment, and she commented that it seemed like everyone at the school is more concerned about getting the immobilizer off than I am. I thanked her for the thought, but I am truly amused. Given how eager I am to be done with it, I really don't think that's possible!