Wednesday, July 30th, 2014

The Toyota garage we take our car to for service appears to be staffed entirely by children.

The guy who acted like he was in charge had to be in his early to mid twenties. If I had to guess based on the context, I’d peg him at twenty-four. If I had to guess after just a glance at his baby face, though, I’d notch him down to eighteen. Not older than twenty.

The gal at the front desk making appointments and printing up invoices could’ve been sixteen.

No doubt this is a sign of my encroaching decrepitude and old age, and I’ll soon be getting a drink by dunking my face in a great big bowl, then tipping my head back and gulping, slopping water down my neck and all over the floor as I do.

kid world | 9:41 pm CDT
Category: Life & Death, random idiocy
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