I never thought looking older would bother me much. I'm not a vain
person and have always felt like you either like me or you don't and
what I look like should have nothing to do with it.
If it does, I'd rather not have friends like that anyway.
Every once in a while people will make a comment about me being my
kid's grandmother and that irks me a little but not too bad.
But then I met the waitress in the IHOP.
Dad, the Island Girl and I stopped in for dinner on our way to an
event in Rome and our waitress was a woman in her mid 60s who seemed
really nice.
Until I gave her my order and she said “You want that from the
Senior menu, right?”
I stared at her with my mouth hanging open while my dad and
daughter tried not to laugh.
She seemed a little surprised by my reaction and said “You are
50 aren't you?”
“NO I AM NOT!”
She stammered a minute, took the rest of the orders and off she
went.
I will admit that I'm 49 and will be 50 in March but for the time
being I am NOT 50 and plan on being in my 40s until the very last
minute.
The waitress returned and said “I think I'm going to let my
natural hair color come out too. It will be salt and pepper like
yours which looks so pretty with the gray in it.”
Seriously? First, I look old enough to order from the senior
menu, second, I can't possibly be a day under 50 and third, I have
pretty “gray” hair.
It's a good thing Dad was buying because her tip meter was at zero
for me.
They say you're only as old as you feel and most days I waiver
between 2 and 22 so looking old really shouldn't bother me but I'm
not crazy about people pointing it out to me.
I should send her a bill for the anti-aging cream I bathed in that
night.
