Tonight I am in the check out lane at Old Navy and my cashier appears to be about 22 years old. As I approach with my items for purchase, I notice that he (Chris) is wearing a Snow Patrol t-shirt. As he's ringing things up I say, "Oh, did you go to the Snow Patrol concert?"
He happily replies, "Yes, I did."
"Wasn't it a great concert? They are one of my new favorites," I say.
"Yes, the are really cool and [as he looks right at me] have a real cross-generational appeal."
"Are you saying I am old?" I remark.
"Well, uh, [blushing], I mean...." Chris stammers.
"I'm just giving you a hard time, Chris. I am older than you," I say as cheerfully as I can muster.
It's official. I am now the age that I couldn't ever imagine becoming when I was young and carefree like Chris.
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That was bad, but you did not have the receptionist of your company tell you that you are the same age as her mother!! She is 18! I could be the mother of an 18 year old! OMG!!
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