So the other day I swing by Supercuts to get a haircut, and I'm listening to Harry Potter on my iPod while I'm waiting. So naturally when it's my turn the girl asked me what I'm listening to, I tell her, and we get into a conversation about it. She seems intrigued that I have it on ipod, and has never made the connection that just like you can rip a CD full of music, you can rip a book on tape.
She's maybe in her mid-20's or so. We mention kids and she tells me she has a 4yr old. I tell her that my oldest is 5.We discuss other books, she mentions VC Andrews, a name I have not heard since high school. If I recall correctly, VC Andrews "Flowers in the Attic" was basically Danielle Steele for teenagers. "I'm not really the audience for that sort of book," I tell her, "Give me science fiction or something like a Lord of the Rings." "Yeah," she says, "My dad likes to read that stuff, too." I clutch at my heart. "No!" she says, aghast, "I'm not saying you're old! My dad's not old! He's 43!" Yes, about 5 years older than me. AND A GRANDFATHER!