Feeling My Age

Last weekend I was at the local mall and popped into Gap Body to check the sale bins of undies. As usual, by mid-afternoon the bins had merged to become a huge mound of assorted sizes. While hunting through the hill of panties on the table I found myself humming along to the store music. Luckily, I was not the only one doing this as a sales clerk a few feet away was singing the chorus..."Holiday!"...you know how it goes. It's that infectious early Madonna hit that was all over the radio in the 80s. Then, I hear the clerk on her radio-headset-thing say to another invisible clerk somewhere in the store, "Oh, My God! I loooooove this song! Who sings it anyway??" I bit my tongue and just smiled to myself that this teenager had no idea it was Madonna singing. While I admit I have never owned a Madonna album or CD, this song was part of the soundtrack of my youth -- heard everywhere from radios, parties and dances. Yes, I finally felt my age Saturday afternoon.