June 25, 1980...that's when.
That was date I asked my first "dumb" question. And it was directed to a "youngster" who was 5 years younger than me.
Youngster: (In response to my question) "They are a band! Duhhh!" (emphasis on the Duh-uhhhh and with an obligatory rolling of the eyes)
Me: "Ohhhhh yeah okay, yeah, I think I have heard of them..."
Youngster: "Yeah, they are totally tubular!"
Me: "Huh?"
Youngster: "They are gnarly fer shur!"
Me: "Gnarly?"
Youngster: "Fer shur..."
Me: "What country are you from?"
Youngster: "Like, Oh My Gawwwwd. You are like a boy-ditz!"
Me: "Uh, I like the Beach Boys..."
Youngster: "You are ancient and deserve to die..."
It was then that I became "self-aware", and that the cool and hip part of my persona was now waving goodbye to me in the rear-view mirror of life.
By the way, the "dumb question" in question was:
"Who are the Police?"
Well, gag me with spoon...
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