I have a birthday coming and while I love that I get to have another birthday because it means I am still alive and kicking, I am kind of bothered that I just keep getting older.
Which is why the following situation was a big hard to take.
The other night at a store, as I was buying a bunch of bath stuff to be used for stocking stuffers for the kids, I placed my items on the belt. The checker, in her mid-20's and pregnant, looked at my stuff and ever so casually asked:
"Are you getting ready to have the grandkids over?"
*THUD*
I stammered a bit before finding my ground and replied "Umm..no. These are for my kids."
She takes a long look at me and I can feel her calculating my (almost) 44 years. She says "Oh - I'm sorry."
Yeah. Yeah I'm sure you are.
Sheesh!!
Ok ...once I stepped back and could look at it without feeling incredibly insulted, I can see where she figured I was probably her mom's age. Which....if she was in her mid-20's probably means her mom is.....*drum roll please* my age. OUCH! It's been years since I have been asked if I'm the kids grandmother...and I will be happy not to have to deal with that question again for many more.
Happy (almost) Birthday to me. *sigh*
Pass the Geritol, please.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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3 comments:
I am laughing and laughing at this. You know, 44 is NOT OLD!!! And it is definitely not old enough to be a grandmother. I mean, technically, I could be a grandmother and I'm 10 years younger than you are.
Which, I guess, means that technically you could be a great-grandmother.
ROFL
Well now.....are't YOU hysterical?
:)
Indeed! :)
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