Mr. B. often retreats into the “my generation” stance to justify something odd that he wants to do anyhow. Like wearing basketball shorts everywhere on icy winter days.
Tonight I took him for some last-minute shopping and when we exited the store I saw him drop some coins on the sidewalk. Hey, I said, picking them up. Three quarters and three pennies.
He shrugged. Said he dropped them on purpose and didn’t want them back. Said his generation doesn’t like coins, only bills. The spoiled genius at play.
No wonder he got a B in algebra while getting A’s in everything else.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Ach, the unfailing critic. The boy is somewhat right, esp. since a lot of wallets sold in US don’t have a coin compartment. The boy needs a credit card pronto 😉
Merry Christmas Scrib and to all of yours. The lights at the Zigurrat are fabulous this year!
Ach, the unfailing defender. Bet you never threw money away, whatever the excuse. In America men carry change in their pockets, but of course the basketball shorts have no pockets. He did have on a jacket with pockets, however. The credit card is not a bad idea, though it will take some thought. I doubt they give them to minors.
Thanks, prince. Or is it king, already? Last night was the eighth candle of Hanukkah so those lights have gone out. Now others take their place. Merry, merry to you and yours as well.
“Thanks, prince. Or is it king, already?” At the moment quite dead, bit still talking. Which of course means I’m mistaken for a Democrat by many.