Kyle was visibly upset when he arrived home from work. Veronica was already setting the take-out Chinese meals she picked up on her way home.
“I spent the last hour fighting with Marcus. That young punk thinks he’s the smartest guy in the world. It’s sickening,” fumed Kyle.
Veronica didn’t reply. Instead, she went to the fridge and brought him a beer.
“These kids walk around like they know everything. I’m tired of the whole lot of them,” vented Kyle.
“You’re starting to sound like a grumpy old man,” said Veronica, with a smile.
Kyle’s eyes flared. “Old? I’m forty-five.”
“To a twenty year old, that’s ancient. Remember when you were that age?” asked Veronica.
The question made Kyle grumble. “It’s not the same thing. At least I had respect for my elders.”
“Sure thing, grandpa.”
“Would you stop that? You know the worst part of the whole thing?”
“Let me guess. Marcus was right?”
“He was right!” repeated Kyle. “I realized at that moment, the older I get, the less I know.”
“That’s not true,” reassured Veronica. “You’re not getting dumber.”
“It isn’t that. There’s more to know,” said Kyle.
“Well, that’s true,” noted Veronica.
“And the stuff I used to know isn’t relevant anymore. The world’s leaving me behind.”
The force of that revelation hung over the room.
“That may be true, but wisdom comes with age,” encouraged Veronica.
Kyle played listlessly with his egg roll. “What good is wisdom if no one listens to it?”
Veronica sighed. “You’ll have to get a lot wiser to know the answer to that.”