One day you’re the youngest person in the office. You’re a wunderkind or something. You’re wet behind the ears, got a lot to learn, but are moving right on up. You’ve got a few ideas about changing things.
Then the next you’re complaining about these damn kids just coming out of college with the attitudes acting like they’re gonna take over the world even though they don’t know shit. Damn kids. Talking all the time.
Get off my lawn.
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KEN WHEATON 