Tonight I was taking my soon to be 18-year-old home from Wednesday visitation (she doesn’t have her own car yet). We were in my wife’s car, and she typically leaves the radio on the 80’s-90’s station. ‘Urgent’ was playing, and I pulled a Hippy Joe and asked her, “who’s the band?” When I was a kid, my Dad was famous for playing the ‘who’s that?’ game when a song came on the radio. Allyssa replied, “Oh, I know this! I have the CD. It has the number 4 on it. It has ‘Waiting for a Girl Like You’ on it, which is why I bought it.” Pretty impressive, “yep, who is it?” “The Eagles”, she guessed. Really?!? “Nah, guess again. What do we call people from other countries?” Man, I would have given anything to see that face of hers as she processed the question, but I was driving. “Hell, I don’t know, immigrants? illegals? trespassers? Mexicans?” I shit you not folks, I was laughing so hard that I almost drove my wife’s car off in the ditch. “Baby girl, you are most DEFINITELY a product of your generation.” A touch miffed, and a little embarrassed, she replied, “Well hell, that is an ‘old’ word, how was I supposed to know?”
OMG, that shit was SO funny.