On the way home from work the other night, I was listening to my iPod in the car. Brian had created a playlist of crazy upbeat dance music that I was enjoying, so I carried my iPod into the grocery store to pick up a few things. Reaching the checkout counter, I pulled the earbud out to chat with the cashier, who was probably 20 years old.
He did a double take, and looked at me with his eyes wide open.
I laughed, and said, "I bet you didn't expect that."
He agreed, saying, "No, you definitely don't look like the type to be listening to Usher." I explained that my husband had enjoyed Usher's performance of that tune on Dancing with the Stars several years ago, and bought it on iTunes, and I was enjoying the mix that he had made.
The cashier thought for a moment, and said, "You know, I liked that song, too - about two summers ago."
Quietly, I gathered up my groceries and walked out to the parking lot, with the iPod now shoved in my purse. I realized on the way that I officially qualify as "old."
Exhibit A: "Dancing With the Stars" is my source of new music.
Exhibit B: I am nearly twice as old as the grocery store clerk.
Exhibit C: I now look old enough to stop listening to dance music.
Exhibit D: I was actually mocked for being out of touch with the current music scene.
Exhibit E: I got the strongest urge to call him a "whippersnapper."