I guess it was inevitable.
My coworker Jeff asked, "Do you remember who helped you with this item?"
"Yeah. it was the old dude with glasses." said the young woman.
Guess who she was describing?
Shut the hell up.
Okay I know I'm not a young man anymore. All I need do is look in the mirror for confirmation. All you need do is look at the picture to the left. I don't mind, because it sure in hell beats the alternative. But to be reduced to "old dude with glasses"? Ow...no really. Ow. I think it may have cut even deeper because a pretty young woman said it. Right, so now you know. I'm not just an old dude. I'm a sexist old dude.
I'm at that time in life when I'm not at death's door, but I am on the porch. It's a part of life. I get that. But if people only see a bespectacled old dude, then I may be ready for the slab right now. She was rather petite as well as a terrible judge of age, so I know I'm still young enough to kick her ass.
Which I will do as soon as I finish watching this episode of The Golden Girls.
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