I was in Hillcrest visiting Tim at his Radio Shack. It seemed like a good enough excuse to go to Hillcrest, a part of town I really like but hadn't been to in a while. I ate at The City Deli and had a great big cheese omelette with fried potatoes and a cinnamon bagel. I felt like a blimp walking to Tim's workplace.
While I was eating, I listened to two guys sitting across from me who were on a date--a pair pretty well separated in age, one of them looking to be in his late fifties and the other in his early 20s. But the young guy reassured him he had "lots of old friends!" I felt bad for the older man. The young guy couldn't seem to stop talking about himself, I've rarely heard a more disconnected conversation between two people. The younger one talked about how he, a blonde, didn't conform to the "dumb blonde" stereotype. He said, "I live very deep in my personality. If I wasn't the person I see in the mirror, who would I be?"
He talked about how he loved old movies, particularly one he saw that starred "the kid from Ferris Bueller's Day Off". Which mustn't have been long after they started recording history in 1980.
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