Freudian Slips: My Generation

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Life takes us many places. It's a box of chocolates and a Hansel and Gretal trail of candy wrappers. I have filmed as an actor in The Happening, Invincible, The Lovely Bones, The Bounty Hunter, The Greek American, Bazookas, Limitless, TV's Its Always Sunny in Philly, Outlaw, New York, The Warrior, The Nail, Game Change, Cold Case, & commercial work includes The Philadelphia Eagles, Septa, Coors, Turbo Tax & Carnival Cruises. Freudian Slips spotlights irony in short story format.

February 08, 2007

My Generation

The weather hovered at 21 degrees with a wind chill of next to nothing. How cold was it? I saw commuters jogging in place at a bus stop to keep warm. As much as I did not want to be out and about, my travels took me to a department store.
A teenager wearing nothing but sweatpants got out of her car in the rear of the parking lot. We parked in the same row so our egress through winter turned out to be a parrallel journey. The teenager and I walked alongside one another in a two-step race for the entrance. Bone chilling numbness immediately shocked my middle-aged system. I flipped up the hood on my oversized winter coat. I slipped on my winter gloves while she involuntarily shivered from the shoulders down. I felt foolish not being able to put my hat on before my ears turned brittle. The wind whipped right through the teenager’s cotton garments. She looked so pathetic that my parental tones took over.
“You have to be freezing cold.” I empathized. “Where is your coat?”

“Our generation doesn’t like cumbersome coats." she explained. "It’s not fashionable.”

I saw another teenager who resembled this same cold person. I couldn’t be sure if it were her and I did not want to take anything for granted. The weather was a carbon copy of winter. Draped only in a Penn State grey sweatsuit, this teenager seemed hell bent on freezing to death. I decided to throw the same line out there to see if it would ring any hell’s bells.

“You have to be freezing cold.” I empathized. “Where is your coat?”

As she escorted a retarded man across campus, she made a blanket statement without its warmth. “I don’t wear coats.”

The retarded client wearing a full-length coat never joined in on our conversation. He and I shared a warm smile, however.

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6 Comments:

Blogger mommanator said...

Glad to see you are posting! What am I to do with these folk! Dont they know I need fresh reading material!
Sure glad the retarded guy and you were warm, the teens will come to their senses believe me! Especially when age creeps in as in ME

10:17 PM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

mommanator,
As in all of us.

10:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It must be cold...this is the first time I've put on a winter coat in 15 years.

12:27 PM  
Blogger Zelda Parker said...

Fashion indeed, this is the same peer group that wears their pants below their hips and worse dragging the ground. Who wear pajamas and slippers in public places. Don't forget sweatsuits in the workplace? And to think my parents did not want me to wear jeans as they were perceived to be for poor farmers and ranch hands.

1:27 PM  
Anonymous hillbilly said...

"Fashion"--Zelda.... I agree.....back in the late 50s-early 60s when I was in the Air Force, we were not allowed to wears JEANS on a military installation. And look at 'em today!

4:29 PM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

anonymous,
keep the coat buttoned up.

Zelda,
those crazy kids.

Hillbilly,
I guess I know your sentiments on shorts in church.

7:20 AM  

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