Yesterday I went to the health club and my shirt was inside out. Sometimes it’s not obvious, this time was totally obvious. In fact, I actually had a big white tag flopping off the side of my shirt. How is it that no one said anything to me? Not even my daughter who went with me?
I can’t tell you how many strangers I’ve told that their zipper is down (now as I write this I wonder if you wonder how it is I see all these zippers … no response is necessary). Or how many times I’ve tucked a woman’s tag in behind her in the line at Caribou.
Most times my inside out item is invisible to the naked eye (you know what I’m talking about here!). Tuesday, it was my skirt! Really, Jessica … your skirt??? Thankfully, I caught the error when my first stop at work was the restroom! What does this mean? Am I getting old(er) – (yes!)? Do I have too much on my mind – (likely!)?
I hate to admit it, but there are a few other things I’ve noticed lately, aside from my inability to remember how to dress. Most of them make me think this is an age-related disability. For example, I’ve noticed that some of the people I now work with were born the year I went to college and they have no idea what a pay phone is. A few weeks ago I went to a work function and I was the oldest person there … really … the oldest! Last week, when I went to Target to pick up a prescription, not only did I know the name of my pharmacist and how many kids she has, but she knew me! Since when did I spend so much time at Target getting things “filled” that she would remember me???
Here’s one I hate to admit: The other day, I looked for my glasses for 10 minutes only to find them in my hands. Yup, that was kind of embarrassing! And, as if that weren’t enough, my kids now tease me that the weather channel on TV and my radio (both of which I love to listen to) are really MTV stations for old people! At least I knew what MTV was!
I’m not going anywhere with this, other than the obvious fact that I’m getting older and to put out the following request: Please tell me next time you see food stuck in my teeth, a tag hanging out of my sweater or if I’m wearing two different black boots to work. Hey, we’ve gotta be on the same team here!
Have a really fun weekend!