So I’m at Turf Paradise last Saturday, our local horse racing venue, when standing in line at the beer garden I noticed the t-shirt the guy behind me is wearing. It read ‘Death Angel’.
The following conversation took place;
“Like the shirt dude.”
“Dude…really? How do you know about Death Angel…you’re like, [stammer] I mean, I’d never expect anyone your age to like Death Angel.”
“Why is that?”
“I dunno, it just seems odd…you’re old enough to be my father.”
I’m not sensitive about my age, since my maturation still continues to hover around the nineteen year-old mark. What I am sensitive about is when I’ve just ingratiated myself to someone I don’t know to make small talk, and they insult me.
This is where I felt some kind of Morgan Freeman type lecture was in order.
“Perhaps I should explain something. When a person loves music, more specifically, a particular genre of music, like say thrash metal, just because they age, doesn’t mean they stop liking it. Do you like burgers?”
Do you think you’ll like them when you get older?”
“I hope so.”
Well music is the same thing. It really doesn’t matter how old you are, you don’t stop liking something just because you get older.
“Wow dude, I totally get it.”
The truth is, I hate thrash metal. The only reason I knew anything about Death Angel was from it popping up on my Pandora station list, which I’m guessing my kid put there.
[bartender] ”That’ll be three-fifty.”
[death angel guy] “Dude…I’ve totally got this. Rock on.”
Rock on? Seriously? What, is he an extra from Wayne’s World?
[me] “Thanks dude….rock on.”
I guess it was worth it.
I got a free beer and he got a lecture on
aging lying with dignity.