Are You A Senior?
Innocuous little question isn't it, except when asked of me. I just about belted the salesclerk that asked me that today. Nope, snarled I, not just yet, maybe tomorrow. He turned beet red, good I thought, that will teach him. He was probably not a day over 12 himself. I guess to a teen anyone over 20 looks old.
That was the start of my Christmas shopping and may well be the end. Time to go to Amazon or some such website to do my shopping, at least no one can see my baggy eyes. Funny, I actually thought I looked pretty good today compared to most days. I did put in my contacts, combed my hair and was dressed in other than jeans. Maybe that was the problem, black trousers make you look older.
Now I have never been afraid of getting older, the wrinkles part anyway, body is a different issue. I don't buy the latest face miracles, rarely wear makeup and half the time can't find my lipstick in the detritus of my car, but heck I'm a long way from being a senior, not that there's anything wrong with it.






2 Comments:
The first time I got called M'am a couple of years ago, I wanted to punch the guy's (a kid, really) lights out. ;)
I really thought I'd actually come up with a blog name no one was using. Oh well. I picked it because I couldn't think of anything better. And I had a good photo to fit. That's the view from my bedroom window.
Nice blog. I'll have to take some time and look around.
Your in good company :) ciao
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