November 17, 2005

Shallow Interlude

Ladies, you might want to tune away at this time.

(I'll wait).

So, there I was, eating lunch at Panera Bread (allow me to recommend the Frontega Chicken Panini), enjoying my sandwich and answering some e-mail and even typing a number or two into some spreadsheets - and, duh, surfing the internet. In marched a phalanx, two or three deep, of high school students, apparently out on a lunch break, something I don't believe we were ever allowed back in the day.

Kids today!

Anyway, in they walk, young men and women, conversing, laughing, being youthful with no concept of what it's like to realize one day that you actually grunt when getting up from the sofa.

So, I observe this parade of pretty much post-pubescent people, and I have to ask: are they putting hormones in the drinking water these days?

I don't remember high school girls looking like that. At. All. No. Way.*

I feel so old.

* However, given the rather pudgy one in the midriff-baring top and low-riding jeans, maybe that's a good thing. As another friend of mine, a woman, said - they look like puffy muffins.