I, am offically old.
My good friend and I get a daily coffee at the DBC in our building. Today was a particularly momentous coffee acquisition. You see while were waiting for our coffee to be completed I made the comment, “I sold off my CD collection back when selling three CDs bought you a tank of gas and two packs of smokes.”
To which our lovely and wonderful barista (no sarcasm intended) innocently asked, “Do you guys mind if I ask how old you are?” To which responded our ages.
She then noted, “You had CDs?”
With out missing a beat N8 and I jumped in:
“Oh yeah, we watched them being invented!”
“We watched the internet be invented!”
“Oh, and before that music was on licorice, no wait that was vinyl.”
“When an album was called an ALBUM!”
“Yeah, and the tape reals, don’t forget them! The big ones, before cassettes.”
That poor girl went from her normal pale skin tone to Cherry Red, to spotchy, to physically uncomfortable.
So, there you have it. We’re old now. OLD.
I still have tears from the laughing.
You guys are mean. No wonder I miss hanging out with you both.
And, dammit, I’m older than Nate and _I_ don’t remember ever using or even seeing in person tape reels! Now, 8-tracks, that’s a different story.
I do remember 5.25″ floppies, though. They still won’t be ignored.
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