Getting old

Today a young chap came in to buy flowers for his girlfriend who had done rather well in her A-levels. He was a little stumped as to what she would like, and so trying to help I enquired what sort of a girl she was. He replied "She's a ska reggae kind of girl"
I don't profess to have my finger on the pulse of youth culture, but I do Facebook and have been known to watch Gossip girl (xoxo), having to enquire what "ska reggae" was, I fear has forever placed me in the group of adults that younger ones roll their eyes at.
Later a new policeman walked past the shop - he was 13.

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