My wife turns to me while we walk, side by each, fall leaves crunching under our sandals, and comments, "we were totally in to 21 Jump Street before any one else!" She pauses, snorts a half laugh with the realization, saying, "'we were in to it before any one else' - what are we, hipsters?"
I stop in my tracks. "Honey - we just went to a farmer's market. And then to a bar. With our baby. I have facial hair. We're carrying a case of PBR home right now. I think the least of our worries is whether we liked an 80's t.v. show before anyone else."
She looks at askance; "I meant 21 Jump Street, the movie."
"Oh." That's all I can manage. We start walking again. The case of Pabst is getting heavy.
No comments:
Post a Comment