You know those amazing moments when someone much younger than you assumes you're closer to their age than you are?
I had one of those recently. A twenty-something woman was out in the dark on a cold night trying to get answers to a survey by going door-to-door. Since it was miserable out and she was stuck trying to be personable from six feet away in a mask, I decided to answer her questions.
And not just because I had been lax in getting the snow off my porch before it hardened into ice.
It felt kind of nice, actually.
I really can't handle being called ma'am. It just feels so old.
Do men feel the same way about being called "sir"? They don't seem to complain about it as much.
Everyone's opinion of who looks "old" is different and it's more about how you feel than how you look anyway.
Not that that fact makes me feel much better, since I'm typing this with stiff, arthritic hands that are making me feel really old today.
C'est la vie.
