Pushing 40! That’s a joke right?
It was a perfectly lovely Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining; the air was cool but not too cold. I was sitting at an outside table under an umbrella at the Marketplace with a friend I went to high school with, when suddenly…
“Hey I know you. You’re so and so, we went to high school together.” My friend said to a man walking by with his family.
“Oh yeah, I remember you.” The man said as they shook hands.
I watched the man’s daughter twirling in a pretty purple dress as they talked.
“It was great running in to you.” The man said as he walked away.
“How in the world did you recognize that guy?” I asked.
“We went to school with him.” He explained.
“Don’t you remember him?” He asked me.
“I recognized his name, but would never have recognized him.” I replied.
“His wife has a lot of gray hair.” I observed.
“You’re pushing 40 yourself, you’re just lucky you don’t have any gray hair.” My friend said with a wicked smile.
Pushing 40! PUSHING 40! Pushing 40??? Me? I’m pushing 40? I mean, I know I’m 37 and yeah technically you could say I’m pushing 40. But I don’t look like I’m pushing 40! I don’t feel like I’m pushing 40! My life is nowhere near where it’s supposed to be when I’m pushing 40! PUSHING 40??? I couldn’t believe he’d just said that to me.
“If I had as much gray hair as that woman, I’d dye my hair!” I exclaimed.
“You’re pushing 40 too you know, we’re the same age.” I said tauntingly.
He just smiled in response.
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No, you don't look like you're pushing 40. Heck, I would have never guessed you were in your upper 30s, and I hope you don't mind me saying... well, maybe I shouldn't say it. ;)