9:10 a.m. - 2006-03-16
One of my co-workers came in, wished me a very happy birthday, told me I was ‘special’ and brought me a bagel and a hot drink from “Tim Horton’s” (ask a Canadian they’ll tell you what that is). Then she asked the BIG question – “How old are you?”
I proudly answered (the correct age) “44!!”
She looked dumb-founded and said she didn’t believe me. I suggested I show her my driver’s license to prove it. “How old do you think I am?” I said. Expecting to hear some wonderfully round number like … 29 …. 30 …. Possibly even 36 …
But no, her answer came back “I thought you were a lot older than that!” And she meant it. She proceeded to explain that she thought I was at least 46.
And people wonder why I feel ambivalent about my birthday ….