Special Delivery

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.

 

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