Something fun happened to me yesterday…
two different times…
As I approached a 69 year old co-worker, I said, “What’s up old man?”
Lest he be offended, I followed up with, “I call you that because I can…The number of people I can say that to keeps getting smaller and smaller every year.”
“How old are you?”
“Fifty.”
He was visibly and physically taken aback! I guess he must think that I look younger than that.
About an hour later, I was on the phone with a customer. He, being a Yankee fan started the call by rubbing in the fact that they just beat my team, the LA Angels.
I took my whipping like a man.
He then asked, “So, who are you rooting for in the World Series?”
“Well, I’m from New Jersey so I guess I should be rooting for the Phillies.”
“Wait…I thought you told me that you were from California?”
“Well, after living there for 31 years, I think that counts as being from there!”
“Yeah, it does. But how long did you live in New Jersey?”
“I left 10 days after I graduated high school. I was 17 years old.”
“So how old are you?”
“Fifty.”
“No way! You don’t sound it. This whole time I thought you were twenty five!”
So, there…
Two people think that I don’t look and sound my age. Maybe it was all that beauty rest that I got the night before!
It’s fun but…that and $3.45 or so will get you a grandé mocha at Starbucks.
Now if my wife starts saying that I am like a 25 year old (if you know what I mean!), then I’ve got something to talk about!
