Monday, February 7, 2011

The ignorance of youth

"Do you have an SPC card?" asks the boy (circa 1994) behind the counter at Blockbuster as I hand him my rental.

"I don't know. What's an SPC card?" I ask.

"A Student Price Card," he explains. Ahhhh...student price cards. I'd forgotten they existed, not having used one for at least 17 years.

"Oh. No, I don't," I say with a smile, and consider kissing him for asking (but decide against it, for legal and moral reasons).

Somehow, in that moment, I feel both younger and older at the same time.


  1. I love the blog! just read archived ones as well and laughed until my stomach hurt- well my stomach has been hurting all day, but....


  2. I was registering people for a Running Room race and asked the participant her date of birth - March 1990 she says - the year I graduated High School. I also instantly felt young and old.
    Where my sister works, they sell SPC cards, and so she gets this Platuim SPC card that has no restrictions - it's awesomeness is like a Black AMEX