or, Why I Fear For the Future
I walked into the gas station to buy Tom some cigarettes the other night. They have the cheapest around, so it was worth the trip.The girl, young woman?, behind the counter rings me up. "17.76" she says.
I laugh and say, "Hey that was a good year."
"I don't know nothing 'bout that. Wait. Were you born in...?"
"Yeah, I'm vampire. Didn't you notice I only come in when it's dark?" I took my purchase and left.
Ok, so why does this scare me?
1. She really had no idea why I said 1776 was a good year.
2. I could seriously see her struggling to do the math to figure out how 'old' I was.*
And- I think this one is the scariest-
3. I think she really thought I was a vampire.
No child left behind, indeed.
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* 234 this year!