I still vividly remember her outrage as she hauled out a CD and spluttered, "RETRO? The *Eighties*?"
It didn't seem like retro, to either of us. We had been young then.
Today, in the car, same damn thing.
"Enjoy the retro ride home!" twittered the chirpy DJ. "Do you remember this one... from 1993...?"
NINETEEN NINETY FRICKING THREE? What do you mean, "retro"? That was YESTERDAY! That was... that was...
That was seventeen years ago.