We’re Just Not 18 Anymore
Let’s call her Laura, which is not her real name but it sure is close. She’s a family member in her early-mid-20’s.
Laura took some clothes to Plato’s Closet. Laura was anticipating a cash infusion, as had been her experience for several years.
“Really sorry, but these are much older-looking things than our customer base would ever wear.”
“What? These are clothes I’ve been wearing!”
Turning and walking away, the employee said over her shoulder, “Like I said.”
Initially devastated, Laura was finally able to laugh as she told this story.
I frequently remind people what my right knee tells me regularly: we’re just not 18 any more.
When did you first notice that?
Was it when the person behind the counter at a fast food place called you Ma’am or Sir?
Was it when you realized you didn’t know the dances the people around you were doing?
Was it when a few of the people you were with got carded but you got waved in?
Signposts that tell us we’re getting a tad older now.
What are some you’ve seen, heard or felt? Leave a comment here, and I’ll see you back here soon.
joescheets 
Some years ago now, Margie was trying on a bathing suit, so I was browsing. Clerk came to me and said, “Sir, your daughter is ready for you to see her swimsuit.”
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Laughing as I nod—right there with you, Jim!
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I’m like Laura. I anguished for 2 days on whether to take a favorite dress to the resale shop and then was told they wouldn’t take anything that out of date. I was crushed.
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Laura will either love me or wanna kill me; I thank you for this nudge into the not-kill category!
I had a youth group guy tell me he loved my Retro Stylings.
Uhm…they’re just my own clothes, yeah sure I’ve had ’em a while, whaddya mean they’re back in style and and now called Retro?!
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Love you 🙂
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More people have stopped me like at the grocery store and stuff to talk about this one than about any other…what a hoot!
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How true, How true! But there is a silver lining- you can get those senior discounts!
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LOL!
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I was one of those still getting waved in and carded at 33. It is the curse of the Moore women, our youthful looks. Mom was 87 when she died last year and was as active and youthful as a 70-something through church and her social groups. Even after the cancer was doing its worst, she still wanted to do her volunteer day at the hospital. The doctor told her she could do an hour, if she felt good enough. That didn’t happen from what I understand. When her date of birth ran in her obituary, there were friends of mine who couldn’t believe her age. The same was true of her mother and her mother before. I hated it when I was younger, but was loving it by 31!
I still wouldn’t believe I’m not still 18 if it weren’t for my knee replacement 11 years ago. One too many dismounts as a teenager, I suppose. Oh, and the doctor did mention that Intramural Volleyball (two teams) at McKendree contributing. When he released me after surgery and rehab, his star patient, he said I could do anything I was use to doing. I said, “Oh good, back to Volleyball!!” I had friends who were on adult teams. He told me Volleyball is the worst thing you can do to knees at any age.
I still look younger, but my body reminds me on many occasions to act my age.
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Amazing!
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