Younger Than Us.
How quickly remembrance of our yester-years is replaced by apathetic disdain for anyone younger than the crowds within which we roll. Hat-less children in 32-degree weather are as senseless as their mothers who (likely) looked the other way, even though our own childhood screaming fights (over gloves, scarves, and zippers) fail to recollect. (Pre-)Teenage adolescents are silently cursed for hogging street corners, even though our (junior) high school (lunch-time) meeting ritual was at the intersection of 3rd Street and 5th Avenue, with zero regard for passerbies. And the 20-somethings in revealing skirts and spaghetti-strapped tanks (en route to their first post-college jobs) should know better, as we fail to remember our 20-something disheveled hair and untucked, un-ironed button-downs during meetings with executives who were - then - our current age. Enjoy!
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