Tonight I was doing some last-minute shopping and ran into Game Stop where a friend of mine from my neighborhood works. The conversation went as follows….
Me: “Is Mikkel working tonight?”
Clerk: “No – he has the night off. Are you his mom?”
Me: “Mikkel is 18.”
Clerk: “Yeah.” (this is where the wheels came off in my world)
Me: “How old do you think I am?”
Clerk: shrugs his shoulders, looks me up and down - replies, “40.”
I quickly made my purchase and dragged my (apparently haggard) 28-year-old self out the door. Congratulations Sarah, you look TWELVE YEARS older than you really are. There’s really something to be said for aging gracefully.
Let me clarify (for those who are forty), I would have no problem looking like a forty-year-old…..if I was one!
Ugh. I am booking a spa day immediately after I get through the holiday rush.
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