One evening I struck up a conversation with my 16-year-old son about the movie “Hangover.” Here is how it went:
Me: “I saw Hangover. Overall, it was okay.”
Son: “I thought it was funny.”
Me: “How do you know?”
Son: “I saw it with my girlfriend.”
Me: “Wait a minute. It’s rated “R,” so how did you get in?”
Son: “Whoa — look at the time. I gotta go.”
Me: “Sit.”
Son: “No really, I have an emergency. My cell phone battery is low! ”
Me: “I’ll get to the point. Tell me or cell phone is mine for a few days.”
Son: “Okay, here’s how it all went down. I did a Hey Man.”
Me: “What the hell does that mean? Who is the Hey Man and why does your reference to “doing him” disturb me?”
Son: “Hey Man. We stood in line, found someone older and said: “Hey man, would you buy two tickets for us?”
Me: “Oh, it’s like a Hey Dude. “Hey Dudes” were used outside Green’s liquor store on Roswell Road back in the late sixties.”
Son: “How do you know that?”
Me: “Whoa — look at the time.”
“Hey Dudes” were …
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