“And…how old are you?”…

This morning I went to purchase some lottery tickets.  Have to keep the hope alive to have condos in every city I love.  Paris, Sarasota, Washington, D.C., La Romana, Puerto Plata, and any other place that will suit my pleasure.  Without those tickets, only hope is to keep living my very happy, peaceful, and contented life in North Carolina.  Not that bad.  But…it could be better.

Now…I go inside and ask the lady for the tickets.  She mumbled something and I just ignored it thinking she was just talking with her other self.  Then again a noise came out of her mouth and then I said “Pardon me?”  She then said very slowly and looking at me like if I was from another planet.  This is what she said:  “And…how old are you?”  I looked at her, took my sunglasses off and with my fingers showed her the big bags under my eyes and said to her “You are kidding, aren’t you?”  She said no, and repeated the question, “how old are you”  I started laughing out of control.  I said, “I am 62!!!”  She then said: “you don’t look like it.”  I almost went around the counter and started hugging her.  But I restrained myself and continued laughing.  I am still laughing.  What a sweet young lady.  Maybe she has not been exposed to too many older women in her life.  But for whatever reason she had, she made my day.  And it works for me.

As you can tell, either this young woman needs glasses or she is a very compassionate woman.  Probably she is supposed to ask age when anyone is buying a tickets, but come on, I surely don’t look like a young chick.  Neither I want to go back to that stage in my life.  I don’t think I would survive a second going back.  Too much drama, stress and besides, I would have to go through menopause again.  Yikes!  Just the thought of that brought a chill down my back.  Let’s leave it at 62.  I am chillin, wrinkles, bags and absence of intelligence sometimes, but I manage.

So it was today…18 May, 2011…a day of finding out how old I really am.  Thank you young lady from the lottery ticket counter.  Oh yes, went to my dental spa, and had my therapy session.  Thank you Dr. Zombek and lovely staff.

Your Happy Contessa

“Life is half spent before we know what it is.”  George Herbert, Welsh-born-English poet, orator and Anglican priest.  3 April 1593-1 March 1633.

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I enjoy writing about my experiences in the land of many happy birthdays!

2 thoughts on ““And…how old are you?”…

    1. How did you get to be so smart? You are really bad…Unfortunately with the lotto, you do not get any discounts. Even if you are dropping death right in front of the cashier. I am going to utilize a new term here, “senior chick” instead of senior citizen, for ladies. What do you think for the senior old men? What should we name all of you? Keep on having a grand time in your quest for Mt. Rushmore. Thanks for reading while skipping snakes.

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