I tried turning a few teenagers on the bus commute home yesterday evening to salt, with my horrible stares that I can be pretty famous for over the top of my glasses. Since when did 33 become "old?" These kids got on the bus and they all wanted to sit by each other so they could smoke pot, sacrifice an animal or devil worship, or engage in something seriously unproductive I decided. Not that I am judging, but I highly doubt they were going to study and do book reports at the Ballard library, or go volunteer at the Ballard Senior Center.
Three of the kids sat down on a bench in front of me. One kid, with slimy gross hair blurted out..."I don't want to sit by the old guy with the Safeway bag." At first I thought, "what old guy?" Then I realized he was talking about ME? I had a few things in a Safeway reusable tote that I have been using to transport to and from work [mainly the Orange recovery doughnut], but it was concealed by my umbrella, it was NOT visible to anyone! Internally, I immediately got defensive and thought, "What the Hell, I AM NOT OLD!" I guess on the flip side, when I was a teenager in high school, I thought my oldest siblings with young kids were ancient. So it's all a disproportionate teenage perspective. I got over my 15 second complex rather quickly.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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This is so funny! I can't believe we've entered the realm of "old".
Too funny! I get mistaken for my 44 year old co-worker all the time. But, I think your experience takes the cake.
Gramps!
Every few years I bump up my definition of old. I think it's currently right around 72!
Ah well, I'd rather be 30 than 15 any day. Ugh, I hated being a teenager.
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