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Curious George Has Sisters

I dearly love the innocence and guilelessness of youth. It's so rare these days, so fragile and elusive. That's why when I find it in a young person, I make sure to take full advantage of it.
The mall store where I'm working has hired a crop of high school students to pad the ranks during the holidays. (I realize I'm probably just padding too, but I'm trying that glass-half-full thing and hoping to be kept on afterward.) I'd thought that the stagnation of political correctness would have kicked the expression of curiousity out of today's kids, but nope... once these girls (they are girls, for the most part, although there is a boy on the fringe sometimes) get hold of someone who never shuts up is willing to talk, they will question that person to death, as if they were doing a paper for school on them.
Or maybe they were just bored.
In any case, that person is me. I. Whatever.
(It's not like they were doing a grammar paper, you know.)

Mary: "So like, uh, you've had a bunch of jobs, huh?"
Me: "Oh yeah, lots. About 30 years worth of different jobs."
Mary: "Wow.... so, you're really kind of old, right?"
Me: ".... Uh, yes, really old. Ancient. Probably going to die soon. Stand back."
Mary: "Cool."
*pause*
Mary: "What are you, like 35?"
Me: "Yep, that's it exactly, 35." (in my dreams)
Mary: "So did you vote when you were young?"
Me: "Sure... in World War II, for example, I voted for Truman."
Mary: "Truman who?"

My little monkeys are curious, and I am a banana tree.
This is going to be fun.