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Gen X loves nostalgia

GI Joe Toys. The big ones

The other day I went to the store in my wife’s car for a carton of orange juice. When I came in my wife stopped in her tracks, looked at the the orange juice and stared. “Was that in the car all this time?” Like I’d been gone for days. She looked puzzled, guilty and horrified. The same look on your face when you wave at someone you thought you knew.

I kind of recoiled. What’s was wrong? Why is she so worried about a carton of O.J.? Had she been cheating on me with a Tropicana salesman? Was this the parting gift of their last rondevouz? Had she knocked over a convenience store recently? How many were dead? Was that all she could get? It was like I was holding a severed head.

In the 2 seconds this all occurred to me I realized what had happened: My wife’s only thought was that had been driving around, for days I guess, with a now spoiled carton of orange juice. That was exactly it. Considering she hadn’t bought anything recently it was all kind of weird. The look on her face indicated I found Billy Batts in the trunk. I mean, it’s was bad but it wasn’t that bad.

I found I know a lot of Carpenters songs. I found I know a lot of lyrics to Carpenters songs. I know them by heart.

I recently found good things for sale at Sears. It excited me. Unironically.

Time was I wouldn’t have entered a Sears unless I were 6 and accompanied by my mother.

Phil Collins took me on an emotional roller coaster with the song “Against All Odds” (Take A Look At Me Now). Again, unironically. Fortunately no one was around. He almost single handedly destroyed my steely disposition. I’m still mad at him for it.

They’re all cheesy in their own decade specific way. Point is, I’m getting old.