You're about to leave the CoffeeHut when the pimply 15-year-old kid behind the counter, Jesse, recognizes you from the neighbourhood and asks if you can boot for him on Saturday night.
"What's 'boot' mean?" you ask Jesse.
He stares at you and you know at once that you are way behind on the times.
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