I find it amusing that I often get mistaken as a teenager. The numerous times I’ve been out on excursion with the kids that camp staff or workers at places of business have asked me if I’ve asked my teacher permission for this or workers checking that I am not running off from the group:
“Hi, I would like to swap my ice skates.”
“Have you asked your teacher for permission yet?”
“Uh, I am the teacher.”
*Shocked look* “You are a teacher?! Oh sorry, you don’t look like one.”
*Amused look* “Yeah, I get that alot. Can I swap my skates?”
I had to laugh again tonight after church. There was a young girl I didn’t recognise ushering at the door so I thought I would go up and meet her.
“Hi, I’m Anna whats your name?”
“Hi my name is (insert name)”
“Cool, what year at school are you?”
“I’m 13, i’m year 8… how old are you?”
“25.”
*Embarassed look* “OOoooH! Sorry! I thought you were 18! I don’t usually ask people over 20 how old they are!”
*Laughs* “Thats ok, I get it alot.”
My goodness!
It’s around 25 when you stop worrying when people make that mistake and start to appreciate it. About the same time, you start to feel less inclined to celebrate your birthday!
haha yeah.. Gosh, makes me laugh sometimes