A month ago…
“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”, I said rather nonchalantly.
She looked at me for a second with a bemused expression on her face, then laughed.
“Older than you, that’s for sure.”
“How old?”
“I’m forty.”
My jaw opened wide as I not-so-smoothly stalled, shifted to reverse, and backed up hastily.
“I thought you were younger”, was the only thing I could think of to mumble.
At this point, she started to laugh, then through teary-eyed mirth, gasped something about “Oil of Olay doing its job”.
Mortified, I sent a silent prayer up to God and begged Him to send a lightning bolt down and swiftly end my humiliation.
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