So I’m unshaven and at this discount store as I approach the young male cashier with a purchase.
Clerk: Discount?
Me: What discount?
Clerk: Senior’s discount?
Me: What age do you have to be to qualify for that?
Clerk: Sixty years old.
Me: : 
I’m 53 years old. I told the young kid "I’m not quite there yet! But my beard comes in grey when I don’t shave…but still, i didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!
The other day a woman asked if I was younger or older than my sister. First time in my life it wasn’t evident that I was the 4+ years younger that I am.
I found this complimenting that I was mistaken for older than I am.
I am 35 and haven’t yet been asked if I am older than I am, thank goodness. I get happy when I get carded, though. Last year, a guy thought I was my husband’s daughter. That was awkward.
Iv aged since coming out of hospital last September
I can age 20 years too when i dont shave with grey hair and stubble
, no dentures in , wondering down the corner shop in my slippers for milk lol. My mother always says i dress like an old man lol (im 44).
Oh that’s too funny!
I used to have bulimia, and when I started healing after 10 years of extreme laxative abuse, my body was so tensed up that I gained a lot of inches in my belly. I went into a LL Bean store and this little girl started yelling to her mother, look Mommy that lady is having a baby! I wanted to cry right there on the spot. Her mom just tried to pull her away, because she knew I wasn’t pregnant. That experience still haunts me every once in a while.
I love my grey hair, so comments about my age don’t bother me. I’m 48, it’s about time I started looking it. All through my 30s, everyone thought I was in my late 20s. I was just like, no, I’m a lot smarter now than I was then!
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