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?”
Worth Doing Badly 
Aw, come on, you COULD have a grandson! There’s younger grandads than you out there 🙂
I enjoyed that 🙂
Oh shoot! LoL!!!
I guess none of us are aging gracefully… 😉
God Bless! 🙂
Prenin.
Ouch! But Grandchildren are the ones who make getting old a pleasure!
Although I qualify now, I used to cringe when I was asked a few times if I wanted the senior discount before I was eligible. 😦
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.
Ouch!
It’s embarrassing on both sides – I was chatting to a man at church last week and asked him how his teenage granddaughter was enjoying her visit…it still hurts.
Oooooh, now that smarts, Tinman….
Not exactly the response you were looking for, was it? Yes, we’re all getting older. Not necessarily better, but older.
Ouch indeed.
Oh, I’m sorry it hurt, but it’s pretty damned funny, too!
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.