The staff meeting was going fine.  I was dutifully taking notes on my laptop, when someone asked what program I was using.  Notepad.  Notepad?  Yep, Notepad.

Seeing the puzzled faces of my colleagues, as I happily typed away on the ancient computer program, I responded, “Hey, the Nineties were good to me.” Smiles all around.  Positive feedback.  This was nice.

Later in the meeting, we discussed plans for our department booth at the High School Career Fair.  When asked if I was fine taking my turn at the High School, I responded, “Sure, the late Eighties were good to me.” Hey, why not recycle a popular joke?

Problem was that this time the joke was met with looks of confusion, disappointment, and mild disgust.  More than a little confused myself, I tried to clarify.  “I went to High School in the late Eighties.  I enjoyed High School.  The late Eighties were good to me.”

A look of relief washed over the faces of my co-workers, as one explained, “We thought you said, ‘The ladies were good to me.'”

Um, awkward.  Kind of like the mid-Eighties.  The mid-Eighties were less good to me.