Wait, how old are you?

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?


13 thoughts on “Wait, how old are you?

  1. K.Smitty says:

    Ooh I have to add! This happens to me too, and what’s worse is I work in a high school. When I first started, one of the assistant princpals yelled at me for walking the halls without a pass until he realized who I was. Also, a week before that, we had our open house in the evening. There’s not much for counselors to do then, so at one point, I headed back to my office which is in the main office and one of the secretaries yelled at me because the main office was supposed to be closed to students while open house was going on…LOL
    It doesn’t help that I’m short and that even my 9th grade students are taller than me. So I have the nickname “little girl” which I absolutely hate! I keep getting told I’ll appreciate it when I’m older but some days I’m not so sure. I almost don’t like participating in casual Friday and usually overdress on purpose so I don’t contribute to the confusion 🙂

    So I feel your pain!

    • futuresoccermom says:

      Haha – thank you for sharing!! It’s awful in a school building. I am also told I will appreciate it when I’m older, and I’m not always sure either. We are definitely in the same boat for this one. I’m glad I’m not the only one!

  2. Not-So-Fertile Girl says:

    I don’t think I particularly look that young in the face anymore, but I also have this problem b/c of my height (5’2″)! I have the same problem in my classroom. Other teachers come in all the time if I’m sitting with one of the kids helping them and then turn around as if to leave b/c I’m not there or ask a kid where I am. I’ve also been asked for my hallpass twice, and the lunch ladies always think I’m a kid if I buy from school! 😛

  3. TheStorkWhisperer says:

    I get mistaken for a much younger person all the time and I always have been. I used to absolutely hate it, but now I love it! I figure I look about ten years younger than I actually do.

    • futuresoccermom says:

      Yes! Well, hopefully I’ll love it someday too. I don’t hate it, it’s just comical and slightly irritating sometimes. I0 years younger is about accurate for me as well.

  4. Elizabeth :: Bébé Suisse says:

    Funny! I think you’re lucky to have such a youthful appearance, although I imagine it might get tiresome.

    Although I look about my age these days, when I was younger, I had the opposite dilemma to yours – everybody thought I was older than I was. I still remember a guy hitting on me in the grocery store where I worked in high school, and then cracking up when I told him I couldn’t go out with him because I was only 16 – half his age! (Although there was a random incident in my mid-twenties when I was ID’d while buying a LOTTERY TICKET … geez.)

  5. Emily @ablanket2keep says:

    LOL! I have had the same issue. When I was 23, my Mom and I took my little brother and a couple friends to chuckie cheese. When we were leaving my Mom asked me to bring the car around. The teenager at the front (younger than me) told me I couldn’t leave without my parents. I then showed him my license and told him I drove here!
    When I was 20 I went out to a buffet with my family and the waiter gave me the kids price. It was for kids 12 and younger!

    I always win those guess your age things at the fairs.

    It is a wonderful problem!

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