Now That Hurt

I pride myself on looking younger (and hotter) than I actually am. Just one week ago, when renewing my gym membership, I told the girl behind the counter that I now qualify for a cheaper rate because I’m over 55, and waited for and duly received the gratifying “really?”.

So I suppose I deserve what happened yesterday.

I was last to read at the Writers’ Workshop, so when I had finished we all got up to leave. A young lady came up to me and told me that she really enjoyed my piece. She said it rang very true, exactly as little boys behave.

I thanked her for saying, so, feeling inside the warm glow that only true smugness can bring.

Then she said: “Did you base it on your grandson?”

 

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12 thoughts on “Now That Hurt

  1. Bugger. I am hearing you. I am always vaguely disappointed that the women at the supermarket check out are completely disinterested in asking how old I am, when I am buy either beer or wine. Last time I got asked I was 41. That was a great day.

  2. I feel your pain. people regularly remarked to me how generous my father was to me when he bought me a gift, they were talking about jack who was signing the cheque! What did we do? We both laughed out loud.

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