this is me now

January 5, 2009

18 and under

Filed under: "ehhh" days,about me,things I just don't get,travel — by heatherdc @ 10:50 am

I’m at the airport, again, heading East. The only good thing about that is the temperature in Baltimore this morning…and nice 40º. Sounds much better than this crazy 20! Gah.

Hint: try to travel on Monday. The airport is empty (compared to a weekend). Love.

So, I’m going through the line……I.D. and boarding pass in hand. I give both to the Security-man, and he’s all kinds of cheery. It’s 6:45 a.m. He says this:

“Good morning young lady! Well now, are you under 18??”

Um, what?!…..Me: “Hm, nope. I’m actually 22.”

“Ha, look at that! You sure are! Well honey, if you told me you were under 18 I’d certainly believe ya” *wink*

Yes, that’s great. But I’m not.

If there’s any doubt, don’t blatantly guess somebody’s age. Really? There’s a good chance that you’re wrong. And when you’re 22 and somebody asks if you’re UNDER 18?! Not a good way to start the morning. Adding to this, when I got my hair cut over the summer, the hairdresser asked me what I was doing for the summer. When she realized I was just out of college, she proceeds to say “Oh Wow! I thought you were still in high school, for sure.” The main point being that she already knew I wasn’t. Why would you still voice this?!? I’m baffled.

Sure, in 10 years this will be a huge compliment – assuming I don’t find some way to destroy my ‘young’ looks before then. But right now? It’s not welcomed. I know I don’t look 22. I know that when I order a drink people probably take a second glance at my ID, just to be sure. I know that my younger sister looks older than me. I get it. And when I’m 40 and people think that maybe I’m only 36, I’ll probably want to give them a big ol’ hug. And maybe I’ll do it.

Alright. That’s my rant for the morning. It’s not even 8 a.m. yet. The Atlanta airport better have good Frozen Yogurt (for whatever reason I love to get this in airports. who knows) and good magazines for me to look at.

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2 Comments »

  1. I’ve just had to get used to comments like these. My favorite was when I was a senior in high school and volunteering for a 2nd grade class. The librarian asked me if I would like to check out the stapler and asked what class I was in thinking I was part of the 2nd grade class. Pretty much embarrasing.

    Comment by Playful Professional — January 5, 2009 @ 9:54 pm |Reply

  2. If it makes you feel better one time when my friend was 22 years old she was going through a drive through and the woman giving her her food asked her if she was old enough to drive. She thought my friend was 14. Oops!

    Comment by Megkathleen — January 6, 2009 @ 6:04 pm |Reply


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