Cranky Old Man Attack

This week, while I was walking around San Francisco, I passed by three twenty-something hipsterish young men hanging out in front of those software development houses that had gone all-in on the chichi fauxfrancisco brick frontage mixed with digital elements that were old when David Warner first played Sark. As I walked past, one was badmouthing "this chick."

A had to fight down the impulse to say, "You're someone's son, and she had such high expectations for you."