This afternoon I went to see Madagascar with my mother-in-law. While purchasing tickets the ticket seller asks, referring to me: "How old is she?" She asked because she was wondering whether or not to charge me the child price. Yes, she thought I might be 12 or under.
I replied: "28."
It was awkward.
"If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion."
-- The Dalai Lama
Saturday, June 18, 2005
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4 comments:
You should have said 11 and saved a couple of bucks.
I've gotten tired of trying to convince people that I am actually in my late twenties and not sixteen. Lately, when people ask about my age, I've been going the other way and telling them I'm 43.
CM, I might have to try that. This weekend in Our New City, I was asked for my ID no fewer than 10 times.
12?!? Yikes! That seems a bit bizarre, doesn't it? Hey, it's better than my age horror story. I once was referred to as my best friend's mother (I am 5 years older than she); she has never let me live that down.
I get this ... people thinking i'm much younger than I am. It usually is shown when I tell them that I have 2 kids. Then when they ask how old, and I say 7 and 9, and their jaws are on the floor. People assume I'm a traditional law student, and therefore 23 years old. I guess that would have made me 14 when I had my oldest daughter.
They always look relieved when I tell them I'm 32.
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