You know what I just did?
I had to tell the teenage neighbor kids that they couldn’t skateboard in our driveway. I had to use phrases like “homeowner’s insurance” and “liability in case of injury.” I acknowledged that these words probably meant nothing to them and that I was sorry.
But does it matter?
I’m the crochety old lady who won’t let them skate, man.
I knew as I said the words that I’d become the sort of square they were going to make fun of as soon as I walked away. And since I had to play my role, I decided to do it well. I decided to give ’em something to really work with when they mocked me later, because honestly? In my heart I’m still on their side.
“And you’re scaring my cat, with all the noise.”
*sigh* You’re welcome, kiddos. Keep fightin’t The Man.
So I was out with my friend Alex. Have I ever mentioned my friend Alex? Nice guy. I met him at Sole Luna restaurant where I pretended to be deaf and he pretended to be single but we eventually sorted it out after two weeks of him thinking I was the best lip reader ever. Despite all that, we’ve drifted into a friendship where he brings me wine (he’s in the business) and books, and I bring him …….. joy? I dunno.
That’s Alex. He’s 42 and looks quite appropriately, 42. I on the other hand, due to my puppy-like manners and large collection of headbands, often fool the casual observer into thinking I’m younger than my 29 years.
So there we were, walking into a bar in Del Mar, and a couple of guys also entering the bar hold the door open for us. Pleasantries are exchanged and we take a seat a table next to them at the bar.
Later, something perks my ears and I look up from my Japanese whiskey. I hear one of the guys say “for every year age difference you gotta figure at least another thirty grand a year he must be making, and he’s got twenty years on her so ….” As I look up at the speaker, he looks mortified.
They cleared out shortly after, and when we tried to pay our bill we were informed that our “friends” had taken care of the whole thing. Alex was confused so I filled him in on what they’d noticed me overhear.
“I hope they didn’t offend you,” he said.
“GAWD no. They thought I was twenty-two. You?”
“No, they thought I was out with a twenty-two year old. And they thought that I was rich. And that despite all that, they thought that I needed to be cheered up with a free dinner.”
….. that this was my senior picture ………
….. the sad fact is that you’d prolly believe me.
It was taken last week.
Someday I’ll look like a grownup ……… right?
I bet you can guess which one was mine.
Good Lord, what person under the age of 50 pounds on their ceiling with a broom handle?
In his defense though, I suppose, who over the age of 11 jumps on beds?
Valancy Jane – “How long ’til I stop finding jumping on the bed fun?”
FTG – “Only you can answer that, I think.”
Valancy Jane – “Well ……….. *bounce bounce* I guess it’s just not today.”