Rollin’ Old School
I had to rent a car last week while mine was being repaired (dead alternator). It was an old blue beater of a car, pulled to the left as I drove, and didn’t have power anything.
As we were driving away from the rental place, my youngest shouted in surprise. “Hey Daddy, there’s a crank! Look, you turn the crank and the window opens. That’s crazy!”
“Yep,” I said. “Pretty crazy.”
“But there’s no button, there’s a crank!”
“I know,” I said. “This is how cars used to be. Old school.”
“Yeah,” my oldest chimed in. “Old School!”
I nodded. He is, after all, almost 8. If anyone knows old school, it’s got to be him.
A few minutes later, my youngest let out a frustrated grunt. “Uhhh! This is hard!”
Yep. That’s old school, all right.