I was sitting in my Psych 101 class today when a gaggle of freshmen girls flopped down beside me and began an conversation that made me feel ancient.
"Oh my G-d," one of the trilled, "what was wrong with me that night?"
"Yeah, I had to take off the tags on those Facebook pictures from the party." Giggle giggle.
"Why can't Kristy find her own date?" A third muttered disgustedly.
"Because," replied the first sagely. "She's not friends with the lesbians."
"Uh!" grunted the third.
The conversation continued on like that, punctuated by high-pitched noises of irritation and exclamations about parties and alcohol.
Maybe it was my fault for taking a gen ed requirement that is usually populated by first-year students. But seriously, what?!
I don't understand kids these days. Now, excuse me, I have to pick up my walker from the cleaners. I hope that they put a new set of wheels on the old girl. The squeaking has been irritating my hearing aid recently.