It's happened finally.

As the (young) (ha only in my own mind) mother of teenagers I like to consider myself a little more in tune with modern culture than most of my peers.  

Maybe it's because ours were the first lost generation, or because ours was the first who were introduced to computers as a part of our learning experience (although how exactly preventing four oxen from catching cholera and dying was a class I'll never know) but I find my entire generation (props to the X'ers, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho) is pretty comfortable with technology. For the most part at least we're in on the joke.

Hey get off my lawn, you crazy hipsters!

But I have to admit even I was thrown for a loop last night, when checking out in Borders, my son referenced the T-shirt the clerk was wearing. The two then proceeded to regal each other for a full ten minutes in the most refined of Nerd speak. I'm hard-pressed to repeat it here as I was too busy smashing my lips together and mentally repeating baseball scores as to not burst out laughing. Which lasted approximately the 30 seconds it took to get to the car, where I had to sit on the curb for fear of toppling over in laughter. The kind of laughter which has on-lookers scooting across the street, convinced you will soon pronounce "The End is Nigh."

To this day, I have no idea what exactly was communicated between the two, except at one moment, when in complete earnestness the young man proclaimed behind the counter, well I've been playing for a really long time, like since I was ten (did he just push four groups of hair together to form that goatee) so I'm a total Master.

Ah, that's just what I needed to stay humble. Thanks Universe.