The Professor Does Admit That There Still Seem To Be No Flying Cars
I was heading back to the house, after dropping off Mrs. Professor, to gather and commence the laundries, and I stopped at the diner in Auburndale to have a bite of breakfast and wait for the traffic to subside a bit.
The place was surprisingly empty just as I walked in. The young waitress was talking to the more experienced waitress about how bizarre she still felt saying “2010”. I hopped into the conversation to agree. She said that it still sounded futuristic to her, as though there ought to be flying cars, and would I like coffee?
“You know, in fact, it is futuristic”, I said, and pulled out my cell phone. She stared at it, confusedly, and said “A cell phone?” Ah, the young! I said “When I was your age, we had a show called Star Trek - you may have heard of it - and to show it was the future, they’d pull out their communicators, like this, and just talk to people. Hello? (speaking into the phone) It’s the future calling!”
I pointed out cell phones, iPods, computers, and what it had been like before them. She actually got it, I think, that even the stuff that’s just there to her generation (just post high school) is the damn future to the doddering such as I.
But still, 20 frakking 10. Really. Where the hell are the flying cars??
The place was surprisingly empty just as I walked in. The young waitress was talking to the more experienced waitress about how bizarre she still felt saying “2010”. I hopped into the conversation to agree. She said that it still sounded futuristic to her, as though there ought to be flying cars, and would I like coffee?
“You know, in fact, it is futuristic”, I said, and pulled out my cell phone. She stared at it, confusedly, and said “A cell phone?” Ah, the young! I said “When I was your age, we had a show called Star Trek - you may have heard of it - and to show it was the future, they’d pull out their communicators, like this, and just talk to people. Hello? (speaking into the phone) It’s the future calling!”
I pointed out cell phones, iPods, computers, and what it had been like before them. She actually got it, I think, that even the stuff that’s just there to her generation (just post high school) is the damn future to the doddering such as I.
But still, 20 frakking 10. Really. Where the hell are the flying cars??