Yesterday I learned there is a
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
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.
But I did suddenly feel my age.
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."