Disco lights

We all remember those wonderful disco-dancing, bell-bottom wearing, butterfly collar 70s. Uh, actually I don't recall them at all. Since I was born at the end of 75, I really only remember the 80s. But, I have heard plenty of stories about the Studio 54 scene. Apparently it was the place to be back then. A past co-worker of mine couldn't stop rambling on about the retro decade and all the great aspects it had to offer. Personally, I say you can keep the disco lights and platform shoes! I'll take the new millennium any day. They didn't even have Internet back then. Imagine the restrictions.

So I was at work one day and this new employee strolls in for his first day on the job. I thought he was a bit old to begin at a place like Hollywood Video, and make a whopping minimum wage. This guy had to be in his forties. Anyway, he starts telling me about how he just got a new strobe light system and disco lights. I thought, HUH? Why in the world would anyone want this? Is the guy opening up a 70s movie section in the video store or turning his garage into a retro night club? Either way I wasn't interested. Regardless to my lack of enthusiasm, the guy went on and on. Heck, he didn't even know my name yet. Suddenly he started busting out some 70s dance moves. I quickly surveyed the store, hoping no one was watching. One elderly woman watched in awe. She actually stated to grin and dance to her own tune. What was going on in this Hollywood Video store? Well, finally I had to introduce myself and ask this guy, Jeff, what he wanted with 70s club equipment like strobe and disco lights. He then dropped the bomb. It was going in his van. Gees! This guy truly had it bad for the 70s. Clearly it was his adventurous time of wild experiences and all-round fun. Hey, I wasn't about to ask anymore and get him started again.

You've surely known some individual who was stuck in their youth. Maybe it's your father, mother, older brother, friend or co-worker at one point. There is typically no reasoning with them. Just let them do their thing and pass them some cassettes of Motley Crue or a box of disco lights. There's no changing these people. Their psychosis is permanent.

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