I was talking to my much younger colleagues the other day. And I was trying to describe something. So offensive when you have to refer to younger people as your colleagues, isn't it? Much younger. I will not call them my peers. My coworkers. People who also work in the building where I work. And I was trying to describe like, oh, I'm not. And then I was like, like, the word I was looking for was

something like entry level.

Like, I'm not, I'm not starting out.

Like, I'm in my career.

I'm in the middle of it.

So I was trying to get to that point, but I couldn't quite think of the word that I wanted. And so I was like, I'm not, oh, what's the word? and then they all try to, quote unquote, helpfully fill in the blanks.

And here are some of the things that my colleagues shouted in my face. Yuppie? What does that mean? Am I a yuppie? I mean the next

whatever that is scum. Do they think I'm poor or do they think I'm a yuppie?

Both ways it's bad. I don't like either one of those. Then someone else shouted picky. I'm like, what is? Like, what do you mean I'm not picky? Am I in the public square for a stoning? And then the worst one, I cannot. This fucking Gen Zier looked me right in the face and went, Spring Chicken?

No. No. And I burned the building down. As you should have. That's why you sent me that text for kerosene. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, I'm glad, you know what? I'm glad I was there for you. Spring chicken. Spring chicken. You should have taken Tilly's face and shoved it right into her desk.

You should have taken Tilly's face and shoved it right into her desk.

You should have made her eat those words.

You should have written spring chicken on a post-it, one letter per post-it, and every single one down the gullet.

It was a guy.

Now he needs to be fired.

Hey, I'm Paul.

And this is That Aged Well.

Yesterday's pop culture today.

You got through it.

You're trying too hard.

I put a hand gesture on it that time.

It was like the more you know.

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