Pittsburgh...where you feel old

Yesterday I learned there is a

BIG difference

between 28 and 38.

While getting my hair cut,

I overheard a conversation

between two women, 

both age 28.

"I mean, I'm not, like, trying to find someone.

I'm happy, like, being single and everything.

I mean, I have fun and everything"

Between the two of them,

 three words couldn't be 

strung together 

without "like" or "everything".

Oh, they were delightful.

I didn't envy the single girl,

having so much fun.

I'd rather be home with Mr.

drinking tea

and knitting.

But I did suddenly feel my age.

Poor Mr.

He is the oldest person in his office.

The people he works with are young.

I didn't understand until I drove 

him and some other guys around one afternoon. 

Bet you didn't know I sometimes drive a taxi.

Okay, you probably knew.

I do have two kids.

Anyway, the guys wanted to be let out

to pick up some lunch.

After spending about an hour with them,

I also thought they were young.

I had to bite my tongue

and not offer them lunch money.

So, as Mr. says,

"Welcome to Pittsburgh,

where you FEEL old."