My friend Justine and I went to see a movie called "I've Loved You So Long" last night at a Laemmle's in Beverly Hills. On our way there, I was sharing with her a few things I've noticed about myself that I've attributed to aging - dark circles under my eyes, ridiculously dry skin on my hands, and the like. Justine, who is two years my junior, informed me she hasn't noticed anything in the way of aging. Good for her.
When we got to the movie theater, the following conversation took place:
Me to teller: One for 'I've Loved You So Long.'
Teller: One adult?
Me: Yes. (to Justine) What, does she think I'm a kid?
Justine: No, she probably was double checking that you weren't a senior.
Me: Well played, my friend.