Would Your Grandma Call This Progress?

For lunch we grabbed a sandwich and salad. We paid over $30 and listened to club music while we ate.

On the way out — it was another balmy day — we passed two men in their sixties walking in t-shirts and shorts, as if they had just come from the gym.

I love how much progress we have made over the generations. But I could easily imagine our grandmothers exclaiming over the prices, the music, and grown men dressed in public as if they were schoolboys.

"These prices are outrageous! This music is obnoxious! The way people dress! You poor things, you live in a hellscape."

It would be hard to convince them that this was progress. I am not sure I would even try.