I recently had a conversation with a very intelligient 28 year old woman.
I told her that I felt as if I had become "Ann Landers"
for certain individuals we both know.
She got a puzzled look on her face.
I said, "Dear Abby?"
She said, "I don't know who that is.
The name seems familiar, but I'm not sure."
I can't remember if it was before or after
I explained to her who Ann and Abby were
that I started banging my head against a hard surface,
weeping and wailing about how old I am.
Or, maybe I was weeping and wailing about how young she is?!
Have enough years passed that young adults don't know
two of America's most popular advice columnists?
Good grief!
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