Last weekend, last Sunday, I got together with my two adult kids for lunch. I wanted to go to the Frisch’s on Glenway Avenue.
At some point during our conversation over lunch, my son said “Why do so many old people like to go to Frisch’s?” I looked at him with a smile on my face.
“Are you calling me old?” I asked.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “Old man!”
It was all in fun, of course—but I think the next time we get together for lunch, I’ll pick another restaurant or better yet let my kids decide where to go. I have no idea what’s considered a “cool” place. I’m old.
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