I ran into Lauren on the way home last night. Lauren is from Leicester, England. She is twenty-five years old, friendly, bright, and beautiful. It was a little before 9pm, and we were both just coming in from work. She complained about her hours. Lauren would prefer a nine-to-five job. These eleven-to-eight hours are taking up the best bits of her day. But it's a job. She's had it for only two weeks, but she's already looking for another. She doesn't know what she wants to do. By thirty-five, she hopes to be retired.
"So, what have you been up to?" she asked.
"A couple of friends recently hooked me up with a turntable. I've never really listened to a turntable before, so now I'm anxious to get home and listen to my vinyl. It's a totally different experience. It's just great."
"Isn't it? The reason I prefer vinyl," she said with a laugh, in her lovely British accent, "is because it forces me to actually listen to entire albums. I hate to say it, but with CDs, I tend to skip around and just listen to certain tracks. With vinyl, I listen more."
We agreed on many more things, all the way home.
