You know what really weirds me out? I am “the lady” now. You know, “the lady,” as in, “Give your money to the nice lady behind the counter, sweetie,” or, “Tell the nice lady ‘thank you.’”
I do not feel like “the lady.” “The lady” is older than me. She is the motherly type who will probably hand me a lollipop because she thinks I am still twelve.
But there I was, standing behind the counter being my 18-year-old self when that little boy looked in awe at the receipt I had just handed him and said, “Dad, look what the lady gave me!”
Excuse me while I go count my gray hairs.
November 10th, 2006 at 12:04 am
I have ever noticed such a thing. That’s really funny how an age number can change the way you are seen. But that’s so clear that’s not the age which change your mind!
Sincerely, Ghislain (you can’t find gray hairs)
November 10th, 2006 at 9:13 am
It hurts worse at 29. But what makes up for it is being carded at the grocery store. They know me now and I think the guys do it just to flirt with me, but I love it anyway.
November 10th, 2006 at 9:34 am
I’m 23 and its still weird to be called “Sir” or anything like that.
I recently started thinking about it though, and imagine how you look to a 10 year old. Kind of scary, huh?
What’s even weirder is looking at people your age (I know, I’m only 5 years older, but sill), and seeing how much younger than me they appear. I imagine that I seem to you as much older as you do younger… that was poorly worded, but you get the idea.
November 10th, 2006 at 1:32 pm
Try being 33 and working with a new girl who is 16, I am now officially old enough to be her dad
November 10th, 2006 at 8:46 pm
Oh dear, that’s too funny! I’m 22, and I hate being called “The Lady”. Gah!
November 12th, 2006 at 12:43 am
Don’t worry. I only counted 73, so you’ve got a way to go before you’re all grey. ;-P