Over the weekend, some friends and I went to a movie while my wife watched the kids. (Thank you, wife.) Since the theater's temperature was a bracing absolute zero, the humidity hit us in the face like an iron skillet. Time to make our way to the new 7-ELEVEN for Slurpees.
As we we leaving, it began to pour down rain. A big-time, biblical rain. So there we were, three guys hanging out in front of the 7-ELEVEN, sucking down Slurpees and shooting the shit. And I thought: 25 years ago, I was probably doing the exact same thing.
Before we left, we paid this old guy five bucks to buy us some beer.