Spilt Milk

To each their own generation

Remy Gieling on Unsplash

There was a song called “spilt milk” and people were always crying over it, mostly Millennials and Gen Zers.

Every time someone over fifty questioned the spelling of the song title, it was always, “Okay, boomer.”

The thing was, the people they were calling boomers were actually Generation X. They had jobs, were never taught to properly use their words, and preferred to give a quick and dirty punch in the mouth to anyone hiding behind a keyboard pushing the offensive envelope further than they should.

They also knew better than to spill milk. They learned early on that milk came from the hard work of a farmer who raised cows and not from the squeezing an almond by some unionized Starbucks employee with a tip jar put out to help pay for their overpriced degree that ended up being used to qualify them as a barista.

The song was by a band called The Vacuum Cleaners. 

They were always the last act of the night. The remaining crowd was never big, mostly staff, but everyone including the owner seemed happy so they were happy. 

The number of members in the group seemed to change regularly. It appeared to be dependent on those who were working at the time and those who weren’t.

Just like those that listened to their music while ironically and simultaneously tearing down all of the appliance repair shop signs and feeling like they were owed everything for free, they didn’t even know that they sucked.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.