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?”