Age is only a Number

As I was heading to work today I was reflecting on my new "old lady" routines of late.  I've been finding myself slathering on moisturizer with an SPF each morning, packing my "real" shoes in my backpack as I walk to work in my "comfy" ones, and I've been wearing a hat or seeking shade whenever I'm outside.

So, I was delighted by this conversation first thing this morning upon my arrival to the school grounds.


Sixty-something-year-old Crossing Guard:  "I have a question for you."

Me:  "OK, sure, what?"

Crossing Guard:  "Do you go to school here?"

Me:  "Do you mean, 'Am I a student?'"

Crossing Guard:  "Yeah."

Me:  "No, I'm a teacher."

Crossing Guard:  "For how long?"

Me:  "This is my ninth year."

Crossing Guard:  "I thought you were a student last year when every day I'd see you ride your bike."

Me:  "Nope, but hey, thanks for making my day!!!"


So, chalk it up to my small stature, or perhaps the fact that my bike of choice happens to be a BMX, or quite possibly the fact that I'm not always the most mature person around...but hey, no matter how you look at it, that fella thought I was no older than twelve!

Thanks, life, for that little morning bonus!

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