I am shameless â€” totally shameless â€” about feeling delighted when people think I am younger than I am. I know it’s not very progressive or feminist of me but I don’t care, I just love it to death.
Today in the coffee line, the barista and I were chatting about my stomach. You see, I had to get tea instead of my usual coffee because I could tell that my stomach was just not going to embrace coffee.
I made a joke that acid reflux was just one of the joys she could look forward to when she got older.
And the barista â€” bless her mid-twenties (tops) heart â€” said you’re not old.
I insisted I was indeed old. And she guesses (without any prompting) that was maybe 31 or 32.
I set her straight and then I danced all the way to my office with my tea in hand.
Shameless behaviour? Maybe. But I wasn’t fishing for a compliment â€” honest.
Can I help it if people in customer service positions are more than willing to flatter their aged customers?