So, at work I overhear my manager and a couple of other girls discussing life and high school (they went to school together), and I am appalled to discover that people "older" than them graduated in 2000.
And then, to seal the deal, they mention being 2-years-old in 1987. . .
I stopped what I was doing and stared (in horror). TWO???!!!!! I said as much to them.
"Why," they ask, all innocent and everything. "How old were you?"
"Ummm. Seven." They confer amongst themselves to see what difference in age that makes between them and me.
"Wow. You're that old? We had no idea!"
Which, I suppose, is a type of compliment, all things considered. But, later on in the evening, one of the youngest girls confides to me that she has always hoped to be married by the time she was, as she says to me, "your age . . . which gives me about six years to find a guy and get engaged."
So now I'm old and an old maid!
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