The four of us went out to dinner last night, and I had a great opportunity to become a successful writer, according to my post of a couple days ago.

You see, the restaurant has about 25 television sets, mostly set to sports channels. NASCAR coverage was on a few of them, and while watching it for a few minutes, the fifteen-year-old asked, “How come it’s all old guys driving NASCAR?”

I said, “What did you say?” (I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly, and in that second it didn’t make sense to me anyway because I was pretty sure that NASCAR drivers cover a pretty wide age range)

So, he clarified his question–and rode the line of his mother’s nerves–by asking it in a different way:

“I mean, these drivers are all like, late 30’s, early 40’s. Why is that?”

I couldn’t answer, except to give him THE LOOK. I was too busy trying to restrain myself from diving over the chips and salsa to strangle him.

Doesn’t he know that 40 is the new 20???