I’m double posting today! But I really want to share with you this ridiculous game people I don’t know play with me, that I like to call, “Wait, how old are you?”
It is a running joke in my circle of family and friends, that I am asked my age, or carded, or am doubted, all the time. I’m talking – once a week, at least. This has been going on for a good 5 to 10 years, and I’m used to it now. It’s also how I have determined I look young. And I know I do – I was showing my students a picture of me with my sister, who is now 20. In the picture, she was about 13 – shorter, different hair color, glasses and braces. Now, at 20, she looks completely different. But if you took her out of the picture, you would’ve thought it was taken of me yesterday. There is literally no physical difference in how I look now (other than some added weight) and how I looked at age 18. No difference.
So here are a random assortment of some of the times I have been questioned regarding my age:
(In no particular order):
– Being asked at Costco if my parents were nearby in order for me to try that hot wing, as you have to be 16 to eat something spicy there. For the record, I was 26, and I was picking it up for my husband.
– At Costco yesterday, buying wine, “How old are you?” as a quiz, testing me after he looked at my ID. Yup, you got me. It’s a fake, and I chose to try it out at a warehouse liquor store.
– On an airplane, age 24, sitting in the emergency aisle. The stewardess came back and double checked my age, because you needed to be 16 to sit there.
– MULTIPLE times, in my classrooms over the years, parents who don’t know me, or an adult not from the building, walks in and, after a minute, says, “Where’s your teacher?” I’ll be standing in the middle of the room, or sitting down with the kids. But apparently they can’t tell the difference between myself and a 5th or 6th grader. After they figure me out, they will have to say out loud, of course, “Oh, you look like one of the kids.” That’s happened this school year at least 3 times – twice by the same exact parent. Thank you so much.
– Out somewhere with my sister (where were we?) when we asked a perfect stranger ( a waiter, maybe?) to guess which one of us is older. He guessed her, and she’s 7 years younger than I am!
– At a casino, with N’s family, including his 19 year old brother at the time, who is incredibly tall. They carded me, age 23, and not him.
– Sitting at a restaurant with all of my friends – and I’m the only one who gets carded.
– Meeting someone new (while in college) and being asked what grade I was in. As in, too young to be in college.
I know there are so many more I am missing! I just can’t think of them right now. I do know it’s probably a good thing I’m not a high school teacher. Also, I’m not exactly short. I’m 5 ‘ 6”, but I’ve had students my height, which doesn’t help.Finally, especially when I dress down – I do dress young. I like jeans and sneakers, and I wear my hair in a ponytail, or at least up, a lot of the time. I have a small forehead! So I haven’t exactly aged with my taste in fashion.
If you know me in real life – you’ve heard these stories or witnessed them yourself. What funny ones have I missed?