This is how I know I am old. Or not cool. Or lame. Or too safe. Or goodie goodie. Or anything but what I ever wanted to be.
I was hanging out with some people (people 15 years younger than me) at work when someone was telling a story.
Someone: Yeah, all of the sudden a helicopter was flying over my head. It was circling and circling. So I figured it must be delivering something crazy important like… like… like…
Everyone filled in the blank with their own “crazy important” item. I shouted my response first – so proud to have the correct answer.
Me: A heart for a newborn baby!
Everyone else shouted, “Drugs!”
And, I’m old.