Galt-in-Da-Box wishes to inform you that the long-dremt and sought-after Progressive goal has been achieved!
Not to be confused with the clueless society, though they are so similar-appearing as to be indistinguishable. On my way home from work, I stop at a new convenience store in the neighborhood to get a jumbo-size fountain soda. This is commonplace behaviour in the dog-days of summer when the mercury hangs round the 80-90 range. As I head back to the truck I notice that parked on the opposite side is a fairly new Pontiac SUV with windows rolled down, all lights on, engine running, and radio blasting. Over said din, this young woman in the passenger seat of the SUV, who couldn't have been more than 15 if that, shouts out to me while I'm getting in my ride
"Wanna hook up?"
I didn't look her way as I got behind the wheel, as it was obvious she was either stoned or drunk. After a few seconds the amazement faded, and it took a while to stop laughing. There were groceries to get out of the heat and in the fridge, so I set it aside for this post - along with the fact I'm 44, greying, fat and not the least bit that youthful looking, so I can't for a minute even think she knew what she was talking about, let alone was serious - and drove on home. Suddenly I don't have trouble seeing why all those public school teachers are getting laid...
Classless - as in "without any class at all".