It’s funny the way a small age difference that you’d thought you’d moved beyond comes up every now and then. It might be a TV show that one person was just too young for, or a neologism that one just doesn’t get. It can be startling and take you out of the moment. What moment you end up in depends on just how old you are.
Greg and I are officially over the hill these days, and Mayra resides firmly under it. Or in it? On it. Whatever. Just not over it yet. Man, I’m totally over that hill, it’s so two weeks ago. If only I could remember what happened in those two weeks that made made it so passe.