Wore this dress to work the other day. While Movie Man and I stood in a hallway, this Young Lady, with a need-sunglasses-for-her smile-approached. Our chat went a little like this:
Young Lady: I just love your dress!
Young Lady: I just love your dress!
Me: Thank you.
Movie Man: Stood in silence
Young Lady: Yea, you look so 70’s! So vibrant! I love it! (Her smiled widened. Sunblock anyone?)
Me: Well, my goodness, I never thought that. So thank you again!
Movie Man:
Young Lady: I bet the 70’s were fun! I wish I’d been there.
Me: Well, I kind of was.
Movie Man: Oh yea, she WAS there.
Young Lady: I guess I was there, too. Just don’t remember them.
Me: I do remember the 70’s, it’s the 80’s that are a little fuzzy….
Movie Man: Stood in silence, yet smirked
Young Lady: You were there? WOW!
Me: Stood in silence and nodded
Movie Man: Yea, she knows the 70’s quite well. (His smirk covers his face)
Young Lady: Tell me, did you have fun then? I just bet it was the best! Was it?
Me: (my own smile grew) I had a ball!
Movie Man: Yes, yes, I bet you did. (a touch of sarcasm)
Young Lady: I thought so. (Her eyes have a far off 8-track and 10 cent stamps yester-decade look)
Me: OK, so what year, in the 70’s, were you born?
Young Lady: 1975
Me:
Movie Man: (laughs) Hmm, she’s older than me.
Young Lady: Well, I need to go. Y’all have a great day. (Her smile blinds the room)
As she saunters away, I look at Movie Man. His smile almost rivals hers.
Movie Man: So, what were you doing when she was born? (He waits. His eyes sparkle with mischief. He knows me too well).
Me: (Paused to ponder). In 1975, I went to a party. Got drunk for the first time. Passed out in bed of a pick-up truck. Been at the party for a half hour.
The 70’s—a memory that can’t be duplicated--not sure I want them too. :)
