Last weekend I got called "ma'am" by some pimple-faced teenager at Safeway.
After playing golf for two days, my back was sore for the following four.
I fell asleep on the couch last night at 8pm.
And today I spent 20 minutes trying to figure out which eye cream would best combat the new line I discovered this morning while applying mascara.
It would appear I've suddenly become old.
It blows.
3 comments:
It really does, doesn't it. I got "ma'amed" on the phone a few weeks ago. It was mortifying.
I understand your issue however age is a state of mind, and the Safeway teen has no mind. I also say this for being called Mr. consistintly over the past 8 years.
It is a state of mind, now lets hear about some sun shine
you, my friend (who introduced me to dirty martinis), are NOT old. at. ALL.
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