As I was walking around one of the junior high schools yesterday, a female student called out that she liked my shirt. I said thank you, and she said you're welcome. That was a pleasant sign that there's still hope for future generations, but that's not why I'm writing this.
I was thinking much later about when I got the shirt. (I don't remember this about all my clothes, just a few.) I remembered the year, and then I realized how long ago it was, and then came the "Ow!" moment. I realized that the shirt is older than the girl who admired it.
When did I get to the age that I have clothes in my closet that are older than people?
She probably liked it because it was "retro." :)
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