For some reason, I have been given the gift of a youthful appearance. Even though I celebrated my 37th birthday a couple of weeks ago, I could still pass for a teenager in the right clothes. With that in mind, below is an exchange I had with a customer at my store last week. An older lady approached me while I was stocking shelves and this is what she said:
Her: How your little young self get to be a manager?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Her: You can't be no more than 19
Me: Mam, I have a teenager at home myself
Her: (Puzzled look on face) How old are you?
Me: I turned 37 last week.
Her: 37? You don't look like you past 19!
Me: Thanks. It's a gift and a curse.
She is not the first person to question my age and I am sure she won't be the last.
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