KILL ME NOW
I was just mistaken for a Mom. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But the smarmy college student who sold my friend her new Mac at the Apple Store referred to me as her mother. She is 29 and I am 34. Kill me now.
I think the guy assumed that I was helping my daughter buy her first computer. Granted, my friend looks youthful and I have an old soul. But my old soul is supposed to be invisible, and I certainly don’t look like I could have a college-age daughter. Whatever. His vision and judgement must be blurry from the longs hours explaining why the brand new iPhones are already out of stock.
I’ll just keep telling myself that so I don’t cry into a vodka tonic.