The other day at work, someone switched the muzak to Oldies. Real oldies. Moldy oldies. At one point, “As Time Goes By” came on.
I looked at one of my colleagues — a callow youth of 20 or so. “Play it, Sam. You played it for her you can play it for me.” I paused for a moment. “You do know where that’s from, right?”
He answered almost instantly. “Quantum Leap?”
I weep for our future. And someone get me the Geritol.