Just last week, I spent a few hours at my favorite hair salon. Not only is my Stylist a good friend, but she is a Miracle Worker: she keeps me young looking.
By cutting off a couple of inches, my natural curls perked up a bit. And a foil highlight brightened things up, and covered the wee bit of gray that is beginning to crop up. (Oh my! Time to admit that I might be beginning to age.)
Anyway ... I headed out to the grocery store with Hosanna today. I was wearing my new "modern & cute" boots, with my jeans tucked in. I had just done my hair (and actually thought, "So glad I still look young." when I looked in the mirror). I was wearing a cute purple hooded sweatshirt (again, thinking I have kept myself young and contemporary looking).
And ... horror of all horrors ... while checking out ...
What?!?! I had to ask her to repeat herself, because I was in shock. (She probably thought I had lost my hearing in my old age.)
I was NOT with any of my 6 twenty-something children (which could make me feel a bit "older"). No. I was with my young and beautiful 15 year old daughter (which could easily put me in my 40's (which I am ... for another 2 months).
The "senior discount" gives 10% off on Tuesdays to those over 55.
I look 55+?!?!
Maybe the clerk is aging and needs glasses ???