Tragic, I Know…
Yesterday I was perusing through the records at the local thrift store, trying to find more vinyl to make into record notebooks to sell at the Handmade Detroit Holiday Market, when a teenage girl walked up and started looking through them next to me. She seemed very confused as she flipped through them, and after a minute turned to me and said “What are these?”. I smiled (and tried not to laugh) and told her they were record albums. She pulled one album out of the milk crate she’d been flipping through and pulled the record out of it’s sleeve. She let out a slight gasp, and called out to her friend a few feet away. “These are records!” she said to her friend who rolled her eyes and walked away. Then she turned to me and said “I’ve never actually seen one of these before”. I took a moment in amazement and responded “You’ve never seen a record before?”. She shook her head, looked down at the record again and said “Only in the movies…”, then smiled at me, put the record back in the milk crate and walked away. I stood there for a moment, felt very old, and then proceeded to the checkout with my crate of goodness.
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