Anachronistic

"Right on!" I say, when the guy in my building hands me my package from Amazon.

"Can you even say that anymore?" he asks, laughing together with one of the older guys who works in the shop downstairs.

"Well, it's not exactly fashionable," I say, smiling and turning to go, "but it makes me feel good."

"Right on, right on," they repeat back and forth to each other as I head upstairs.