Dear God, I’m Old
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One of the ladies who works here brought her daughter in to work today, and she’s talking on a cell phone. She’s maybe 4, and she’s talking on a bloody cell phone. Goshdarnit, when I was a kid, all we had were phones with cords and they were tethered to the wall and our cars didn’t even have air conditioning and the TV had maybe a dozen channels and we didn’t have none of this high-falutin’ In-tar-net… sigh.