A little while ago, one of my co-workers noticed my shirt and read the slogan on the front. “Save … Ferris,” he said, slowly sounding out the syllables.

“Not the band,” I wearily began to explain. “It’s a reference to the movie.”

“Like … a ferris wheel?”

I blinked. “Ferris Bueller.”

He stood there with an uncomprehending look on his face.

“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” I said.

Nothing.

“You haven’t seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

“I’ve never heard of it,” he said.

“What year were you even born?” I asked.

“1982.”

“Well, there you go,” I said. “It came out in 1986.”

“I’ll go Google it,” he said. “Then we can continue this conversation.”

When he gets back, I’m going to ask him how many Star Wars movies there were. If he says three, I’m going to cry. Or slap him. Or cry while slapping him.

I suppose it’s not worth getting worked up over. I should just try to relax. Maybe I’ll take my high-school friend Kobie’s suggestion on Monday morning and show up wearing my “Frankie Say Relax” T-shirt.