I stopped on the way home from the gym last night to buy cheese for Mia and wine for me. Hey, I had just run three miles and I'm not so much sleeping well lately and I thought it would help. Anyway, the disturbingly cute child who checked me out (when did the children start looking hot to me? He was probably 18.) carded me, as happens often. And then he went about his business, and then at least a full minute later he said "it must be fun to get carded, huh?" And I said "Yes, and moreso every year." And he said "Ha ha." And I said "It was annoying at 25, but once you hit 30 it gets pretty exciting." And then he said "Yeah, it sucks at 20 but as the years go on..." which a) was what I had just said, and b) there's no way in hell that this kid was 20, and c) you can't by wine at 20 you silly, silly child.
And so I thought he was calling me old, but then he told me to have a nice night three times so I thought maybe he was wowed by my incredibly sweaty, stinky, yoga-pant clad, doughy bod and was hitting on me, but then he called me Ma'am. Twice. So I grounded him and sent him home to do his homework.
He totally thought I was old, didn't he?