Here’s how I know I am old.
I pulled up to a stop light on my bike on Wednesday night with Chris. A car rolled up next to us blasting the Pet Shop Boys.
West. End. Girls.
The people in the car were jamming along. I was jamming along. We all waited for the light.
“You have to admit, that’s a great song.” I said to Chris.
“Never heard it before.”
The light turned green, and I turned gray.










