On the (very slow) metro this morning, a little girl started to chat me up. She looked to be about 10, and in the course of our conversation, she asked me if I heard about Michael Jackson. She was sad about it because she really loved his music, like Beat It and P.Y.T. I had to agree with her assessment of his awesomeness.
I told her that when I was young, I had his records and I loved them.
“Records? Oh, you mean like those really big CDs?”
“Well, sort of…”
“We only have the small CDs.”
Man, I felt old.