Good for you, Mr. May, Good for you!

If you want to feel really old, I think the best way is to hang out with young people.  Truths just fall right out of their mouths, and they have no idea what the true impact is.

I was recently visiting with my daughter and her friends (a bunch of female 20-somethings), and my daughter asked If I'd been able to get her the information she'd requested earlier that week.  I responded by telling her: "I texted that stuff to you yesterday".

Her friend, who is very cute, and I've known for years and years, turned to me, wide-eyed, and said:

"You know how to text, Mr. May?"...

and with that same smile & same treacly sweet voice that you reserve for your two-year old when they finally learn how to use the potty chair, she said to me...

"Good for You!"... (insert evil music, thunder clapping and maniacal laughter here).

I, of course, wanted to respond with:

"You know, I'm a professional Realtor® (note how I included the Registered Trademark symbol!!... huh?   huh?) and I've been texting since long before you were born, little missy!  Why, I INVENTED texting... yeah, that's the ticket... in fact, Shortly after I married my gorgeous wife, Morgan Fairchild, Al Gore and I invented the internet and have been texting each other back and forth since the election was stolen... er, I mean since he lost the election, you young whippersnapper."

I didn't, of course, say all those things... I know she didn't mean anything by it... in fact, I sensed she was kinda proud of me.... (grumble, grumble)... I managed to work a smile onto my face, and mutter under my breath "Thank you".