During the span of time between my 25th and 30th birthdays, I used to work for an IT services company that used to contract me out to a number of customers.  On one such assignment, I was sent out to a financial corporation to play third-wheel to a pair of systems engineers who needed a hand implementing some changes in their production environment.  It wasn’t complicated work, but it was pretty time consuming.  I was only slated to be onsite for 3 weeks, so I was pushing to get stuff done… which usually involved me skipping my lunch hour to power through a few setups.  About a week into the assignment, the 2 systems engineers departed for their usual 3 hour lunch (which is probably why they needed help meeting some deadlines) and I was left alone in the IT area to work on my assignments.  Once again they had left their music on way too loud, so I immediately rolled over and turned it down from ear-splitting to low roar.

I was in the midst of writing a report on my latest successful rollout when the door opened… and in walked a young (early 20′s) blonde girl who defied gravity in all the right places and was in serious risk of cutting off her blood circulation with the strict confines of her dress.  As I was the only person in the room, I felt it proper to greet her and ask what she required.  I gave her my best Matt LeBlanc impression with a “How you doin’?!” as she seated herself on the corner of my desk.  She told me that she was working for <nameless-supervisor>, and was hoping to get some information from <systems-engineer-#2>.  Since that wasn’t possible at this time, she decided to stay and chat for a while.

I talked about the company a bit… she gave me dirt on some of the managers… I told her some of my stories… she told a few dirty jokes… etc.  It was a good time, and actually kind of nice to take a little break.

Then, the song changed on the radio… and Motley Crue’s “City Boy Blues” started playing.  (I’ve always been a fan of the Theatre of Pain album, so I was pleased.)  Then, she says…

Blonde:  How can you stand listening to their music?!
Anarchy:  Huh?  What do you mean?
Blonde:  Oh… well, you probably like it because you’re old.

In that one moment, my ego shattered into a million pieces… my many years flashed in front of my eyes and suddenly tallied in my head to return the sum of my true age… and I could feel my father standing behind me laughing hysterically.

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