Wait a minute! I think I just called myself an elephant!
I had yet a different cashier at Country Mart on Friday. Not the old lady who put my age as 65, nor the young lass who put my age as 21, nor the fastidious man who put my age as 33. This was a middle-aged gal who was quite congenial. As she handed me the bag with The Pony's wine, she said, "This is the most important one!"
When I got back to T-Hoe, I checked the receipt.
THIS cashier put my age as 55. I won't complain. I guess she would be what is referred to as a realist.
6 comments:
I would be happy with 55. Very happy.
Sioux,
I was happy enough. As happy goes for me!
from 21 to 33 to 55 in just a few short weeks. Are you some kind of alien?
River,
Dang! I am aging at an incredible rate! I'm a reverse Benjamin Button!
That would please me just fine! 55 is young. I had energy when I was 55, of course that was 14 years ago!!
Kathy,
I wish I had the energy you have NOW!
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