In spite of a hugely pregnant belly that I hoped would make me look more serious, people have no idea how old I am. All day long today, a cab driver, a bus driver, a security guard, a nurse and an orderly were referring to me as “sweetie”, “honey”, “darling”, and “there is a girl here waiting to get her ultrasound.” I also got my cheek pinched once.
I am old, though, which is evidenced by the fact that none of this annoyed me. To the contrary, I was happy I could still pass for a sweetie. Oh, the joyous days of youth when I got annoyed when people treated me as a child! Today I’m more likely to think, “Condescend to me, please! This might be the last time you feel no awe of my advanced age.”
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