Just Ducky
The young checker seemed to be struggling a bit that particular Friday morning.
“How you doin’?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m … fine,” he replied.
“Just ducky, eh?”
He looked up at me. “Ducky? Is that a word?”
“Uh … it was in my generation,” I said.
“Hmmm.” He looked back at his scanner. “Expanding my vocabulary,” he said.
“Yep. You’re learning how to speak ‘Old Fart.’”
He tried to contain the chuckle, unsuccessfully. “That might come in handy some day,” he said, grinning.
Yeah, I’m an Old Fart, but he was frowning when I got there and smiling when I left.
Yeah, you’re an Old Fart, but I adore you. I love this story.
Comment by Lannette — March 8, 2009 @ 11:08 pm
I must be born in the wrong era then, because I say “Just Ducky” all the time! It totally catches people off guard and that’s what i love about it!
Comment by Mandi — March 8, 2009 @ 11:24 pm
Thanks, Lannette. (For those who don’t know, Lannette is my wife.)
Comment by Lytspeed — March 9, 2009 @ 7:49 pm
Way to pay it forward.
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