Rocks

 I’ve been on this route for two years, and I’m watching these kids grow. Lil homey comes up to me, and he’s about 8 years old.  This is how the story goes:

Me: Hey Lil Man.  Are you excited to go back to school?

Him: Yeah, kinda.

Me: You know, what I love about going back to school is seeing all my friends that I didn’t have a chance to visit over the summer.

Him: Yeah, but I have social media.  I know what they’re up to.

Me (amazed): Wow.  I gotta tell ya.  When I was your age…(cue in impending sense of boredom, but I followed through anyway) 

When I was your age, we didn’t have social media.

Him: … (crickets and a blank stare)

Me (laughing hysterically internally): Wow.  I’m old.  Might as well finish.  We didn’t have social media.  We only had rocks.  If we were lucky, a calculator to spell out dirty jokes.  But mostly, just rocks.

Him: OK, thanks, mailman.  Gotta go!