My birthday is approaching, I am turning 30?! Can I really be that old? I guess so, due to a recent few interactions with people.
At the gym:
Me: Can you tell me what those chains from the barbell are for?
College aged kid: ugh, Yes Sir! They are for accommodating resistance.
He called me sir, I appreciated the answer and being polite. But he called me sir! I'm 30 not 40! This is some bullshit!
I am aware that I have a few gray hairs, but I don't think I am a "sir" yet.
At the store buying beer:
Me: Do you need to see my ID?
Cashier: No, your good. (note: this was at a walmart, not the store I go to on a weekly basis)
I think this is a prime time to have a mid-life crisis and buy a Ferrari, unfortunately I haven't had enough ads clicked yet to afford said Ferrari. Based on the ad clicks from this site, I can buy a miniature hotwheels Ferrari...just like the real thing!
Next stop...telling those youngsters to get the fuck off my lawn!!!!
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