I vaguely remember going to the gas station with my father when I was a child and an attendant would fill the tank, wash our windshield and check under the hood. By the time I started to drive, self service was the 'new' thing. Now, you don't necessarily even have to interact with anyone when filling your gas tank. Yesterday, I happened to go inside a gas station, and later realized that I'd left my cell phone there. When I returned to pick it up today, it had not only been set aside for me, but the attendant saw that the battery was low and charged it. My father would be happy to know that some level of full service does still exist at the gas stations that he once frequented 40 years ago, it's just redefined.
I was part of generation X for awhile... I think. If generation X were those that graduated college in the early nineties. Then generation Y came along, not sure what age defined that group... and before I had a chance to figure that out, I turned forty. This blog is about me, and what I'm doing in my forties, working, parenting, embracing the moments of generationforty.
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