Jill's Journal: When we pointed out the landmark Capitol Records building at the legendary intersection of Hollywood and Vine, I made the mistake of saying to the girls, “Doesn’t it look like a stack of records?”
First we were met with blank stares. Then one of them piped up with what all three of them were undoubtedly thinking, “What’s a record?”
Ouch.
2 comments:
Ouch, indeed! My dad recently reminded me of the time when I asked him if the The Beatles were black (because all the insect-type beetles that I had encountered in my few years had been, in fact, black). He's STILL wincing from that one! It hurts, but think of it as a rite of passage...you're officially a grown-up! =)
A rite of passage, huh? I don't think that makes me feel any better. :) But your Beatles story is hilarious!
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