"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.