Sunday, May 08, 2005

Getting Old

My new co-worker is only 21, and as we are allowed to do, she listens to the local pop/rock radio stations. During the day, our most prominent pop station plays all the 1990's music, including the dance beats and ballads. This little miss was bee-bopping to the beat, and proclaiming what great oldies these songs are. It's official. I'm old. Well, getting there, at least.