Thursday, August 14, 2008
Not So Fast, Please!
For most of my life, people have taken me as younger than my actual age. This was extremely annoying in my twenties, although it became more welcome in my thirties and forties. However, one reason I welcomed the advent of gray hair was that it made me look more mature and distinguished.
Watch what you wish for.
I got a haircut the other day. Our local place used to charge $12 but recently went up to $14 (still a bargain!). When I went to pay for the cut, the twenty-something behind the counter said, "That will be twelve dollars."
"Twelve?" I said. "I thought it was fourteen now."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said. "Aren't you a senior?"
"No! I'm forty-seven!"
When I got home, I told Gary the story, and he tried to reassure me. "You hardly have any wrinkles, and you don't look a day over fifty."
I guess I'm going to have to speed up that claiming-graceful-cronehood project.