Bobness has a post today of a conversation he had with his son this morning which reminded me that I wanted to post a conversation I had with my son and his friend from a couple of nights ago.
I had to pick them up at the movies at 10:45 p.m. Just wait, all you parents of pre-teens out there. Being the taxi driver stinks, not to mention the worry that consumes you as you start to imagine one calamity after another. Gang fights with racial undertones. Drug deals gone bad. Half naked girls. Ok, I'm exaggerating. I said your imagination will consume you! Anyway, I digress.
They are waiting out front as instructed. All safe and sound. No half naked girls to be seen. Good boys.
The minute they get in the car, they put their i-Pods on.
"You guys! Take your i-Pods off. I want to hear about the movie. Plus, that's rude to be sitting here with those things on."
Then I happened to think -- did they have those things on while watching the movie? Probably. Ugh. I've got to lay down some i-Pod rules.
Anyway, my son's friend, who sort of looks like Todd Rundgren at a Bad Company concert tells me he just got a job at the local car wash drying off cars.
"Yeah. I make minimum wage plus tips. All I have to do is tell them how cool their car is and they always give me a bigger tip."
"Well, that's good that you figured that out. How come the car wash? Did you try to get a job at McDonalds?"
"I would've loved to work at McDonalds, but everyone wants to work there. It's impossible."
"Well, it's probably for the better. When you work at a fast food place, you come home reeking of the smell. Every time your mom drops you off, does she start singing....Car wash....Workin' at the car wash, yeah."
My son bellows from the back seat, "I'd never work at McDonalds. That would be selling out. Totally working for the man."
His friend chimes in, "Yeah. But all I really care about is the cash."
"What are you talking about? Selling out to the man? If I had to do it, you're probably going to have to do it, too."
"But you don't work for the man! You work for yourself!"
"Hello?! I'm in advertising? I sold out a long time ago. How do you think you got that i-Pod....that I'm going to take away any second if you don't take if off!"
"Mom! Turn this song up!"
Todd Rundgren, Jr. pipes up, "Yeah, dude, my dad loves this song."
I pulled into Nazareth,
was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place
where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me
where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand,
"No," was all he said.
As the car went quiet except the radio playing full blast, I remembered back when I was 14 and loved The Band. And remembered the time when I thought I'd never sell out.
Take a load off Fanny,
take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny,
you can put the load
Put the load right on me.