Feelin' old

I went to one of the local watering holes tonight to meet with some friends and I ended up sitting next to the bartender's best friend. She was a pretty girl, blonde with big blue eyes, and we struck up a conversation.

At one point, we were talking about some of our college experiences (she was an English major, like me) and she asked when I graduated. I told her that I'd finished my B.A. in 1998.

"I didn't think you were that old," she said. "I mean, I graduated from junior high that year," she added. I suddenly felt arthritis creeping into my joints and my hair started turning gray. I'm pretty sure I broke my hip when I got off my barstool a few minutes later.

On the bright side, I guess that was a compliment. Yeah.