Years ago when I was around that miracle age of 21 I did some substitute teaching at a local middle school consisting of sixth to eighth graders.
One day I went to the cafeteria to get lunch and when I got in line the lunch lady charged me what I knew to be the student’s fee. Confused, I asked her why she was charging me the reduced rate. When she politely told me she thought I was a student, I indignantly asked her if I looked like an 8thgrader. She replied ‘Have you seen some of these 8th graders?’
When you’re 21 years old, the last thing you want is to be confused with a child of 13.
That’s when you’re 21. When you’re 51 you’re thrilled if someone doesn’t offer you an AARP discount.
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