I drove down the hill to pay a
visit to Bill the Google Master. He was entertaining as usual. He tells his
customers the same story about baby-boomers and the need for adult day care
centers. He was telling the story to a young woman when I pulled up.
“I’ve heard that story before
Bill,” I said to him afterwards.
“No, it’s morphing. It’s taking on
a life of its own. It changes every time I tell it.”
“More sensational?”
“Well, I don’t overdo it, but
yeah, more sensational. I added the bit about the lack of birth control after the
war.”
There was a lull in the
conversation.
“Have you noticed my people are
driving much faster these days? When did that happen?" I asked Bill.
“Since last I drove the freeway
when that son of a bitch Carter changed the speed limit to fifty-five.”
“I guess I haven’t noticed. We use
to be known for driving slow in the fast lane. I think those days are over. I’m
beginning to think my people are trying to kill me. They keep pulling out from
the curbside in front of me. I have to break hard to avoid them.”
“That's why I don't drive unless it's absolutely necessary.”
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